I couldn't fault her for believing, because I had to imagine i was nice to have that illusion still intact.

I never understood why anyone would have sex on the floor. Until I was with you and I realized: you don't realize you're on the floor.

To love--to fall--is not a question. To touch--to kiss--to speak--those are questions.

Let’s always love each other, and never be in love with each other.

Maybe your history just repeats and repeats until it batters you enough to snap the seams that hold you together

It's you. You deserve this. There is a reason this is happening to you.

She is carrying herself through the day, and it’s not an easy task.