You leave the phone on beside you as you fall asleep. I sit in my bed and listen to your breathing, until I know you are safe, until I know you no longer need me for the night.

When you live as I do, you cannot indulge in jealousy. If you do, it will rip you apart.

Your humor is your compass and your shield. You can hone it into a weapon or you can pull its strands out to make your very own cotton-candy blanket. You can’t exist on a diet of humor alone, but you can’t exist on a diet without it, either.

It’s as simple as that. Simple and complicated, as most true things are.

this blue shirt i have is practically the same color as my jeans, and looking all-blue is something only cookie monster can pull off.

Love weaves itself from hundreds of threads.

Let me hold on to this the way it was, before I knew anything else.