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

It is not desire. Instead it is something deeper. I don't want to be with him constantly and forever. I want to be with him for the moment, and I want the moments to go on forever.

Do I really have to find a word for it? Can't it just be what it is?

Is that all we need? Can the way we say each other's names encompass all our history, all our love, all our fear, all our fights, all our reunions, all of what we know about each other, all of what we don't know?

He has no idea how beautiful the ordinary becomes once it disappears.

I suspected that what happens in hotel rooms rarely lasts outside of them. I suspected that when something was a beginning and an ending at the same time, that meant it could only exist in the present.

I want to take back at least half of the “I love you”s, because I didn’t mean them as much as the other ones.