When I am with you, there is nowhere else I'd rather be. And I am a person who always wants to be somewhere else.

Every you, every me. Fractals. Fractures.

There is no word for the recipient of the love. There is only a word for the giver. There is the assumption that lovers come in pairs.

I want to take back the secrets I told you so I can decide now whether to tell them to you again. I want to take back the piece of me that lies in you, to see if I truly miss it. I want to take back at least half the “I love you”s, because it feels safer that way.

I don't even know what I'm looking for, although I hope I'll know it if I find it along the way. Sometimes I want to simplify my life into a simple bare thing. And other times I want to complicate it so thoroughly that everything I touch will become bound in some way to me. I've become quite aware of my contradictions, but there's no true resolution in that.

I notice you, I want to say. Even when no one else does, I do. I will.

It is hard to stop seeing your son as a son and to start seeing him as a human being. It is hard to stop seeing your parents as parents and to start seeing them as human beings. It's a two-sided transition, and very few people manage it gracefully.