Breathing, n You had asthma as a child, had to carry around an inhaler. But when you grew older, it went away. You could run for miles and it was fine. Sometimes I worry that this is happening to me in reverse. The older I get, the more I lose my ability to breathe.

Maybe relationships could have fractals, too. And maybe the sense of loss was when you're becoming a fractal of what you once were to each other.

If you want to be loved, be a lovable. It's a good place to start.

And maybe it is only by finding yourself that you can feel the true intensity of becoming close to another person.

why won't they leave me alone? don't they realize I have a tinder heart and a paper body and that any spark will turn me straight to ash?

There are all these moments you don't think you will survive. And then you survive.

Love weaves itself from hundreds of threads.