I never know what you really want, if I can give it to you, or if I’m already too late.

I can't pretend to know what love is. It just is.

After working for so long on being sure of each other, sure of this thing, suddenly we were unsure again.

How amazing it is that friendships can become so full that you can't imagine what your life was like before them.

Why do we feel the need to disconnect in order to connect?

I guess I don't believe these things can ever be easy, although I also don't see why they have to be hard.

Maybe that's what history is, you go from one I can't believe it the next. And sometimes the I can't believe its are good, and sometimes they're bad. But the sum total of positive ones always outweighs the negative ones.