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

This is my life, I think. I am an accumulation of objects.

you’d think that silence would be peaceful. but really, it’s painful.

But I think we both knew, even then, that what we had was something even more rare, and even more meaningful. I was going to be his friend, and was going to show him possibilities. And he, in turn, would become someone I could trust more than myself.

If this continues, if this goes on, then when I die, your memories of me will be my greatest accomplishment. You memories will be my most lasting impressions.

The ocean makes its music; the wind does its dance. We hold on. At first we hold on to one another, but then it starts to feel like we are holding on to something even bigger than that. Greater.

But I want to feel like life matters. I had something real with you, but then the realness scared me. I decided to go for other things instead.