Belonging. Togetherness. These words are as complicated and confusing as the word love. It’s probably all the same thing. Or it would be if we let it be. I can only guess from observation.

And maybe it is only by finding yourself that you can feel the true intensity of becoming close to another person.

But I had a feeling I wasn't supposed to find her that way. She was not a needle. This was not a haystack. We were people, and people had ways of finding each other.

I feel such a tenderness for these vulnerable nighttime conversations, the way words take a different shape in the air when there's no light in the room.

The key is to never recognize these imbalances. To not let the dauntingness daunt us.

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

Even if neither of us got what we wanted, we found freedom in the third choices.