Because what's the point of something virtual if it doesn't end up being real?

Sometimes when you hit send, you can imagine the message going straight into the person's heart. But other times, like this time, it feels like the words are merely falling into a well.

yearning n. and adj. At te core of this desire is the belief that everything can be perfect.

My pride shut me up, my hurt shut me down, and together they ganged up on my hope and let her get away.

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 still don’t know if this is a good quality or a bad one, to be able to be in the moment and then step out of it.

Every person is a possibility. The hopeless romantics feel it most acutely, but even for others, the only way to keep going is to see every person as a possibility.