Eventually she fell asleep, but I kept the phone against my ear, lulled by her breathing, and her breathing again in the background. And yes, it felt like home. Like everything belonged exactly where it was.

I only have eyes for you.

Her mind is an unquiet one, words and thoughts and impulses constantly crashing into each other.

There has to be a moment at the beginning when you wonder whether you’re in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself.

the world loves stupid labels. i wish we got to choose our own.

The unwarranted devotion. Putting up with the fear of being with the wrong person because you can't deal with the fear of being alone. The hope tinged with doubt, and the doubt tinged with hope. Every time I see these feelings in someone else's face, it weighs me down.

breathtaking, adj. Those moments when we kiss and surrender for an hour before we say a single word.