I feel such a tenderness for these vulnerable nighttime conversations, the way words take a different shape in the air when there's no light in the room.

I am learning that a life isn't real unless someone else knows its reality. And I want my life to be real.

No, really,' I said. 'I think she's great. And I honestly like her about twenty more times now than I did when we were dating. But love needs to have a future. And Sofia and I don't have a future. We've just had a good time sharing the present, that's all.

I want to write my life. I want to be able to write my life. You are a second away from saying it. You have no idea how much I love you.

I don’t like it when you use my shampoo, because then your hair smells like me, not you.

Hello, my name is ees Lebkuchen Spice, and I vant to show you my coooooookies.

What a strange phrase — –not seeing other people. As if it’s been constructed to be a lie. We see other people all the time. The question is what we do about it.