After working for so long on being sure of each other, sure of this thing, suddenly we were unsure again.

Sharing truth is not the kind of gift that comes in wrapping paper - ripped open once and, there, you're done. No, this is a gift that must be unfolded.

Laughter rarely lasts longer than a few seconds, it's true. But how enjoyable those few seconds are.

There are all these moments you don't think you will survive. And then you survive.

I still felt fondness for her - fondness, that pleasant, detached mix of admiration and sentiment, appreciation and nostalgia.

Please may this not be a game. Please may this not be a game. Because if it’s a game, I know I’m going to lose.

arrears, n. My faithfulness was as unthinking as your lapse. Of all the things I though would go wrong, I never thought it would be that. "It was a mistake," you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.