I don't get this at all. It's like protesting the fact that some people are red-haired.

I say good-bye to the part of myself that misses him so much.

Belonging. Togetherness. These words are as complicated and confusing as the word love. It’s probably all the same thing. Or it would be if we let it be. I can only guess from observation.

I can take everything on her face at face value, and that's valuable in a friend.

Her mind is an unquiet one, words and thoughts and impulses constantly crashing into each other.

I am jealous of anyone who can make other people care so much.

I find faith in human perseverance, even as the universe throws challenge after challenge our way.