It's not the easy things that let you get to know a person.

People are rarely as attractive in reality as they are in the eyes of the people who are in love with them. Which is, I suppose, as it should be.

need is never a good basis for any relationship. it has to be much more than that.

She has been hanging on to the hope of him for so long that she doesn't realize there isn't anything left to hope for.

I think they have compatible silences.

The boy I loved didn't know I existed. Then again, he was obsessed with Camus, so he didn't know if any of us existed.

Even though I'm seventeen, I guess I still thought this would always be true - that there would always be that lost-and-found, and not the lost-and-still-lost that I am now trapped inside.