Breathing is hard. When you cry so much, it makes you realize that breathing is hard.

What i want is for what i want to actually matter.

I had a sense then of how if we truly understood how many of the unimportant things we do will end up outliving us, we'd never be able to go on.

I find faith in human perseverance, even as the universe throws challenge after challenge our way.

Every relationship has a hard part at the beginning. This is our hard part. It's not like a puzzle piece where there's an instant fit. With relationships, you have to shape the pieces on each end before they go perfectly together.

The world, right now, is only us.

We stay this way until twilight colours the window and the hour calls me home