There are times when I worry that I've already lost myself. That is, that my self is so inseparable from being with you that if we were to separate, I would no longer be. I save this thought for when I feel the darkest discontent. I never meant to depend so much on someone else.

I've lost track of where friendship ends and falling begins. (this is the foolish refrain of the hopelessly devoted.) there are times I want to kiss you midsentence. undo the not-doing with one gesture.

need is never a good basis for any relationship. it has to be much more than that.

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.

you ask me what I'm looking for, and I outline you. you don't recognize the shape, offer other names. you say my time will come, and I hope.

I notice you, I want to say. Even when no one else does, I do. I will.

He doesn’t just look upset—he looks newly blind. There is such loss in his eyes, and it permeates every other part of his body.