I could point out that it isn't always easy knowing who you are and what you want, because then you have no excuse for not trying to get it.

I love you,” she says. “I love you,” I say. And then we hang up, because nothing else needs to be said after that. I want to give Zara her life back. Even if I feel I deserve something like this, I don’t deserve it at her expense.

I was horribly bookish, to the point of coming right out and saying it, which I knew was not socially acceptable. I particularly loved the adjective bookish, which I found other people used about as often as ramrod or chum or teetotaler.

For I have never wanted a lover, but I have always wanted to love, and to be loved.

...because if you can make yourself happy in the rain then you're doing pretty alright in life.

yearning n. and adj. At te core of this desire is the belief that everything can be perfect.

This is not something insignificant. This is real. This is happening, and this is ours.