There are things I miss," you said. "But if I didn't have you, I'd miss more.

It's only a game if there is an absence of meaning. And we've already gone too far for that.

I had no idea what I wanted, only that I wanted something, which is the worst kind of wanting.

Trying to write about love is ultimately like trying to have a dictionary represent life. No matter how many words there are, there will never be enough.

Remember that at any given moment there are a thousand things you can love.

I will never have a photograph of her to carry around in my pocket. I will never have a letter in her handwriting, or a scrap-book of everything we've done. I will never share an apartment with her in the city. I will never know if we are listening to the same song at the same time. We will not grow old together. I will not be the person she calls when she's in trouble. She will not be the person I call when I have stories to tell. I will never be able to keep anything she's given to me.

You leave the phone on beside you as you fall asleep. I sit in my bed and listen to your breathing, until I know you are safe, until I know you no longer need me for the night.