dissonance, n. Nights when I need to sleep and you can't. Days when I want to talk to you and you won't. Hours when every noise you make interferes with my silence. Weeks when there is a buzzing in the air, and we both pretend we don't here it.

I had forgotten this about love: how the simple things- the turn away, the turn towards- could be so complicated, and how the complicated things- the stolen night, the right words- could be so simple.

I want to take back at least half of the “I love you”s, because I didn’t mean them as much as the other ones.

They don’t have silences together; they have noise. Mostly his.

Do I really have to find a word for it? Can't it just be what it is?

i have never had anybody talk to me like this. this is not a flirty sixth-grade phone call or bantering with friends or words passed in a note. i feel that if my soul could talk it would talk like this.

Breathing is hard. When you cry so much, it makes you realize that breathing is hard.