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

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.

A photograph it a souvenir of a memory. It is not a moment. It is the looking at the photograph that becomes the moment. Your own moment.

Love is so painful, how could you ever wish it on anybody? And love is so essential, how could you ever stand in its way?

Even though it was hard to see you, it was good to see you.

It's almost heartening to think that the attachment you have can define your perception as much as any other influence.

There's no way to release yourself from a memory. It ends when it wants to end, whether it's in a flash or long after you've begged it to stop.