There is always something new to learn about the person you love.

To love--to fall--is not a question. To touch--to kiss--to speak--those are questions.

I have no idea how he knows when I need him. We can go weeks without speaking, and then, when my blue moods threaten to turn black, he will show up and tell me my moods are azure indigo cerulean cobalt periwinkle and suddenly the blue will not seem so dark, more like the color of a noon-bright sky. He brings the sun.

I am always amazed by people who know something is wrong but still insist on ignoring it, as if that will somehow make it go away. They spare themselves the confrontation, but end up boiling in resentment anyway.

What I learned The well-documented difference Between alone and lonely The comfort of knowing

She stays in the same spot, anchored by the profound, desperate loneliness of a bad relationship.

I wonder if it's possible to start a new relationship without hurting someone else.