Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it. If I wanted to detach completely, I would move my body away. I would stop the conversation midsentence. I would leave the bed. Instead, I hover over it for a second. I glance off in another direction. But I always glance back at you.

With some people ,the minute you start talking, it feels like you've known them for years. It only means that you were supposed to meet sooner. You're feeling all the time you should have known each other, but didn't. That time still counts. You can definitely feel it.

And who am I to blow against the wind?

Love me less, but love me for a long time

So I said I wanted you to stay, even though nothing could stay the same.

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

How do you commemorate a year? A paper anniversary, but we are the words written down, not the paper.