That's what it felt like - that if I let a little of the hurt out, it would keep pouring out until I was a deflated balloon of a person, with a big monster of hurt in front of me.

The minute I knew I was in love was the minute when there was no question about it.

Things are going so well. We’re volleying words back and forth. Everything she says, I have something I can say back. We’re sparking, and part of me just wants to sit back and watch. We’re clicking. Not because a part of me is fitting into a part of her. But because our words are clicking into each other to form sentences and our sentences are clicking into each other to form dialogue and our dialogue is clicking together to form this scene from this ongoing movie that’s as comfortable as it is unrehearsed.

This is the trap of having something to live for: Everything else seems lifeless.

Music is everywhere. It’s in the air between us, waiting to be sung.

It's almost heartening to think that the attachment you have can define your perception as much as any other influence.

no matter how happy we are, no matter how much we want our night to stretch out infinitely, sleep is inevitable.