It's goodbye to some things. And hello to others.

He was attractive. I knew that. And I knew that attractive people always got away with things.

Yes, time can be buoyed by wordlessness, but it needs to be anchored in words.

But whether or not you are here, you are here—because these words are for you, and they wouldn't exist if you weren't here in some way.

The world is quieter now. It is never quiet, but it can get quieter. What strange creatures we are, to find silence peaceful, when permanent silence is the thing we most dread. Nighttime is not that. Nighttime still rustles, still creaks and whispers and trembles in its throat. It is not darkness we fear, but our own helplessness within it. How merciful to have been granted the other senses.

only adj. thats the dilemma isn't it? when you're single, there's the sadness and joy of only me. And when you're paired, there's the sadness and joy of only you.

It's the secret smile you get from knowing that, somewhere, there is someone who is yours. Not in the sense that you own her or control her. She is yours because you can say anything to her, whenever you need to. And she can do the same, whenever she needs to.