I only have eyes for you.

Two infinities: the one that stretches to the beginning but never touches-when you halve and halve and halve, infinitely-and then the one that spreads out into the endless, endless future, the endless, endless, distance.The set of infinities that is itself infinite.

You make it a production. Slam doors. Knock things over. Scream. But I just leave. Even if I'm still standing there, I leave. I am refusing you. I am denying you. I am an adjective that is quickly turning into a noun.

...because if you can make yourself happy in the rain then you're doing pretty alright in life.

For I have never wanted a lover, but I have always wanted to love, and to be loved.

I feel the universe is telling me something. And it doesn't even matter if it's true or not. What matters is that I feel it, and believe it.

Someday your prince will come," I assure him. "And the first thing I'm going to say to him is, 'What took you so long?