There has to be a moment at the beginning when you wonder whether you’re in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself.

Her vulnerability is open, but she’s safe within it.

I feel such a tenderness for these vulnerable nighttime conversations, the way words take a different shape in the air when there's no light in the room.

The assumption of the word reunion is that, once you're together again, you are united. Two as one. Pulling close to someone is only a temporary symbol. It's the way you breathe with each other that's the telltale sign.

It's only a game if there is an absence of meaning. And we've already gone too far for that.

But you have to figure that if it’s too hard to hang on, then maybe you should let go.

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