this is why we call people exes, I guess - because the paths that cross in the middle end up separating at the end. it's too easy to see an X as a cross-out. it's not, because there's no way to cross out something like that. the X is a diagram of two paths.
It’s as simple as that. Simple and complicated, as most true things are.
In my experience, desire is desire, love is love.
You have to trust the words. They do not create anything more than themselves.
With all due respect, if you’re forty-three, then I’m a fetus.
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.