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.

Jesus died for our sins," Noah says solemnly. "What?!?" I reply, choking back my thoughts. "I was just seeing if you were listening.

The older you get, the wiser you are - this is true. But you also question what use this wisdom is.y

Maybe there's a way to keep us in this moment. Not the sad part. But the coming together part.

you’d think that silence would be peaceful. but really, it’s painful.

There was a pause. I was still scared by every gap in our conversation, fearing that this was it, the point where we had nothing left to say. I was still trying to impress you, and I still wanted to be impressed by you, so I could pass along pieces of your impressiveness to my friends, convincing myself this was possible.

It is much harder to lie to someone's face. But. It is also much harder to tell the truth to someone's face.