A curve of silver hung amid the brighter specks; it looked to me like a curved dagger, pretty but deadly, as if it might slice the sky in two.

We’re bound by chains of love, but they don’t weigh us down. Instead, they allow us to be bigger and better than we are.

I always have someplace else I’d rather be, even if I don’t know where that is, yet.

Not just when its easy. All the time.

We're broken in complementary ways, thus rendering our damage comprehensible to each other.

If you don't tell me what's on your mind, I can't guess

Right now, I wish I’d stayed because I want you at my side. That sounds pretty selfish, but I don’t mean it that way. You just never needed me that way; I said it to you once as I was leaving—that you love me, but you don’t need me. You don’t lean. But I admire that about you, and I could use some of your strength right now.