There is the sudden. There is the eventual. And in between, there is the living.

that's it - hundreds of texts and conversations, thousands upon thousands of words spoken and sent, all boiled down into a single line. is that what relationships become?

You existed. You existed now as a fractal. Definition: A fractal is generally a rough or fragmented geometric shape that can be broken into parts, each of which is (at least approximately) a reduced-size copy of the whole. Maybe I was a fractal. Maybe the photographer was a fractal. Maybe we were all fractals.

When we’re alone together, I’m the destination. When I’m here in her life at school, I’m the disruption.

I just needed to realize that style was like personality - it didn't always have to be consistent; it just had to be something you lived with.

You wanna-I dunno-get coffee or something sometime?

Her mind is an unquiet one, words and thoughts and impulses constantly crashing into each other.