He never wears a watch (his own rebellion against time, against watching).

Because what's the point of something virtual if it doesn't end up being real?

underneath all that denial, you're someone who's deeply, deeply nice.

So what do you have to confess now?" I don't know why I'm saying any of this, except that is the truth. "I'm confessing that I don't know if I'm ready for this." "What is 'this'?" "Being open. Being hurt. Liking. Not being liked. Seeing the flicker on. Seeing the flicker off. Leaping. Falling. Crashing.

I had forgotten this about love: how the simple things- the turn away, the turn towards- could be so complicated, and how the complicated things- the stolen night, the right words- could be so simple.

apparel, n.: There are times I don’t mind doing the laundry, because folding your clothes reminds me of the shape of you.

If there's one thing I've learned, it's this: We all want everything to be okay. We don't even wish so much for fantastic or marvelous or outstanding. We will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough.