The truth feels different from other things. The closest you can come to describing it is that it feels like taking a perfect breath.

Our lives change. Our feelings for each other change. Our bearings change. The song changes. The air changes. The temperature of the shower changes. Accept this. We must accept this.

In school, the year was the marker. Fifth grade. Senior year of high school. Sophomore year of college. Then after, the jobs were the marker. That office. This desk. But now that school is over and I've been working at the same place in the same office at the same desk for longer than I can truly believe, I realize: You have become the marker. This is your era. And it's only if it goes on and on that will have to look for other ways to identify the time.

I don’t want to throw everything away for something uncertain.

This is as much a part of my story as anything else. Friendship is love as much as any romance.

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

You know, I'd get a tattoo with your name on it. Only, I want you to have the freedom to change your name if you want to.