It's as if when you love someone, they become your reason. And maybe I've gotten it backward, maybe it's just because I need a reason that I find myself falling in love with her. But I don't think that's it. I think I would have continued along, oblivious, if I hadn't happened to meet her.

Let me hold on to this the way it was, before I knew anything else.

After tiny has tried ballerina pose, swing-batter-batter pose, pump-up-the-jam pose, and top-of-the-mountain-sound-of-music pose in the reflection of the bean, he walks us to a bench overlooking lake shore drive.

Moments into minutes. Minutes into hours. Hours into days. Days into years. Years into possibility. This will linger.

I don’t like it when you use my shampoo, because then your hair smells like me, not you.

willyoupleasebequiet: are you ready? bluejeanbaby: for what? willyoupleasebequiet: the future willyoupleasebequiet: because i think it just started

I was starting to think I was making up memories, just to have answers. Our brain does that sometimes. Or at least mine does.