In my experience, desire is desire, love is love.

They defy gravity, as good books should.

I get it. The things you hope for the most are the things that destroy you in the end.

I am starting to get tired of relying on words. They are full of meaning, yes, but they lack sensation. Writing to her is not the same as seeing her face as she listens. hearing back from her is not the same as hearing her voice. I have always been grateful for technology, but now it feels as if there's a little hitch of separation woven into any digital interaction. I want to be there, and this scares me. All my usual disconnected comforts are bieng taken away, now that I see the greater comfort of presence.

But I still has enough longing for that concept that I didn't want to dispel it completely. Meaning: I didn't want to tell Lily that I felt we'd all been duped by Plato and the idea of a soul mate. Just in case it turned out that she was mine.

Neophyte, n. There are millions upon millions of people who have been through this before-- why is it that no one can give my good advice?

Told her she was beautiful. Didn't give up when she didn't believe me.