Game over," you say, and I don't know which I take more exception to-- the fact that you say its over, or the fact that you say it's a game.

He has no idea how beautiful the ordinary becomes once it disappears.

Maybe there is hope in the fragments, that what is lost can always be filled in by someone who knows.

yearning n. and adj. At te core of this desire is the belief that everything can be perfect.

I had a sense then of how if we truly understood how many of the unimportant things we do will end up outliving us, we'd never be able to go on.

It's the secret smile you get from knowing that, somewhere, there is someone who is yours. Not in the sense that you own her or control her. She is yours because you can say anything to her, whenever you need to. And she can do the same, whenever she needs to.

She transforms once again into someone carefree, and I transform into someone whose only care is her.