This, I think, is how people survive: Even when horrible things have been done to us, we can still find gratitude in one another.

I want to talk to you and be random with you and be ridiculous with you.

She transforms once again into someone carefree, and I transform into someone whose only care is her.

exemplar, n. It's always something we have to negotiate- the face that my parents are happy, and yours have never been. I have something to live up to, and if I fail, I still have a family to welcome me home. You have a storyline to rewrite, and a lack of faith that it can ever be done. You love my parents, I know. But you never get too close. You never truly believe there aren't bad secrets underneath.

there was a time before you but I can't remember it now a time before your beauty and I were formally introduced I'm sure I lived without you but I don't remember how can't imagine living without these feelings you've produced just one glance and my life was redrawn just one word and my vocabulary changed I asked the time and you said 'what's the hurry?' you asked my name and I almost forgot

There is the sudden. There is the eventual. And in between, there is the living.

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