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

Magic naturally fades over distance. But proximity - well, when it works, proximity amplifies magic.

Do you know when you cross against traffic? You look down the street and see a car coming, but you know you can get across before it gets to you. So even though there’s a DON’T WALK sign, you cross anyway. And there’s always a split second when you turn and see that car coming, and you know that if you don’t continue moving, it will all be over. That’s how I feel a lot of the time. I know I’ll make it across. I always make it across. But the car is always there, and I always stop to watch it coming.

But I had a feeling I wasn't supposed to find her that way. She was not a needle. This was not a haystack. We were people, and people had ways of finding each other.

I know the odds are all against me and I know you might not feel this way too but I know I would rather die trying to know if I could mean something to you

This is a difference between us: you desire what other people have, while I desire the things I used to have, or think I might have one day.

Trying to write about love is ultimately like trying to have a dictionary represent life. No matter how many words there are, there will never be enough.