Why is love intensified by absence?

Do you ever miss him? Every day. Every minute. Every minute, she says. Yes, it's that way, isn't it?

we both smile and we are conspirators.

Everything seems simple until you think about it.

What is more basic than the need to be known? It is the entirety of intimacy, the elixir of love, this knowing.

Home sweet home. No place like home. Take me home, country roads. Home is where the heart is. But my heart is here. So I must be home. Clare sighs, turns her head, and is quiet. Hi, honey. I'm home. I'm home.

I'm living under water. Everything seems slow and far away. I know there's a world up there, a sunlit quick world where time runs like dry sand through an hourglass, but down here, where I am, air and sound and time and feeling are thick and dense.