And If only I could, I'd make a deal with God.

It daunted me that you were so beautiful, that you were so at ease in social situations, as if every room was heliotropic, with you at the center. And I guess it daunted you that I had so many more friends than you, that I could put my words together like this, on paper, and could sometimes conjure a certain sense out of things. The key is to never recognize these imbalances. To not let the dauntingness daunt us.

Because sometimes you just have to dance like a madman in the Self-Help section of your local bookstore.

Maybe there's a way to keep us in this moment. Not the sad part. But the coming together part.

scapegoat, n. I think our top two are: 1. Not enough coffee. 2. Too much coffee.

Now when I have to remember a date, all I have to do is consult my rap sheet.

The moment you fall in love feels like it has centuries behind it, generations - all of them rearranging themselves so this precise, remarkable intersection could happen. In your heart, in your bones, no matter how silly you know it is, you feel that everything has been leading to this, all the secret arrows were pointing here, the universe and time itself crafted this long ago, and you are just now realizing it, you are just now arriving at the place you were always meant to be.