Today is the tomorrow we worried about yesterday.

When you feel someone else's pain and joy as powerfully as if it were your own, then you know you really loved them.

I did the searching and remembering, she did the disappearing and the forgetting.

It was probably good you couldn't flip the love switch because sometimes it was what you needed even if you didn't want it.

She wanted him to notice her so much.

There was a moment in between, a moment flung free in the midst of the transition, when he made contact. That was the moment she would dwell on.

Love made you admire funny things about a person, like how good she was at remembering to return her library books and at slicing cucumbers very thin. She was a veritable wonder at pulling a splinter out of her foot.