But there was something about you that made me think of sparks and motion.

We were painting by numbers, starting with the greens. Because that happened to be our favorite color. And this, we figured, had to mean something.

Moments into minutes. Minutes into hours. Hours into days. Days into years. Years into possibility. This will linger.

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.

being with someone for over a year can mean that you love them … but it can also mean you’re trapped.

When it all come down to it, the thing that matters most in a relationship is principles [...] We have the same idea what’s right and what’s wrong, and that’s got us through any number of things. If you can have that with someone, then you’re most of the way toward love. Not just lover-love. Any kind of love.

To get something you must give something away. To hold something you must give something away. To love something you must give something away.