Her mind is an unquiet one, words and thoughts and impulses constantly crashing into each other.

I measure the moment in the heartbeats I skip

Every time you love someone, you put not just your faith in them, but your faith in everything to the test.

There was a pause. I was still scared by every gap in our conversation, fearing that this was it, the point where we had nothing left to say. I was still trying to impress you, and I still wanted to be impressed by you, so I could pass along pieces of your impressiveness to my friends, convincing myself this was possible.

This is not something insignificant. This is real. This is happening, and this is ours.

There's no way to release yourself from a memory. It ends when it wants to end, whether it's in a flash or long after you've begged it to stop.

You will always be my always.