Maybe there's a way to keep us in this moment. Not the sad part. But the coming together part.

It was so much easier when I didn't want anything. Not getting what you want can make you cruel.

I try to convince myself that it's the alcohol talking. But alcohol can't talk. It just sits there. It can't even get itself out of the bottle.

fraught, adj. Does every “I love you” deserve an “I love you too”? Does every kiss deserve a kiss back? Does every night deserve to be spent on a lover? If the answer to any of these is “No,” what do we do?

And I, who have never thought in terms of a life, think to myself that I could make a life out of this.

And maybe it is only by finding yourself that you can feel the true intensity of becoming close to another person.

Here's what breaks us: Even though we know better, we still want everything to be all right.