I was sixteen and equipped with the appropriate genitalia, so I cleared that hurdle nicely.

But I had a feeling I wasn't supposed to find her that way. She was not a needle. This was not a haystack. We were people, and people had ways of finding each other.

It's you. You deserve this. There is a reason this is happening to you.

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.

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.

being with someone for over a year can mean that you love them … but it can also mean you’re trapped.

We switch to another language-- not our invented language or the language we've learned from our lives. As we walk further up the mountain, we speak the language of silence. This language gives us time to think and move. We can be here and elsewhere at the same time.