But the world moves on, even when you don’t want it to, even when change feels like the end of everything. It never stops. That’s harsh and magical and somewhat comforting because nothing is immutable, however much we want it to be. Moments cannot be caught like fossils in amber, ever- perfect,ever-beautiful. They go dark and raw, full of shadows, leaving you with the memories. And the world moves on.

We stand a professional distance apart, as if I can’t feel his pain screaming in my head. Mine amplifies his; they share a joint sound—that of glass breaking—until they swell to a crescendo that deafens.

I’d never known it was possible to love as he did— with complete devotion yet devoid of promises.

If so, I couldn't imagine how the opposite gender managed to get out of bed in the morning. They might be lovely to look at, but clear thinking wasn't their strong point.

But courage wasn't an absence of fear; it was fighting despite the knot in your stomach.

Brown bird welcomes white wave. Wander no more, dear traveler.

He was the heat of a fire and the sweetness of the moon I'd only just met.