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

You know what’s a great metaphor for love? Sleeping beauty. Because you have to plow through this incredible thicket of thorns in order to get to beauty, and even then, when you get there, you still have to wake her up. — Tiny Cooper

Once time is lit, it will burn whether or not you're breathing it in. Even after smoke becomes air, there is the memory of smoke. I am seeing as if by the light of a match, a glimpse of my life and having it feel right.

So what else can I tell you?" I asked. "I mean, to get you to reveal Lily to me.

need is never a good basis for any relationship. it has to be much more than that.

And still, for all the jealously, all the doubt, sometimes I will be struck with a kind of awe that we're together. That someone like me could find someone like you --- it renders me wordless. Because surely words would conspire against such luck, would protest the unlikelihood of such a turn of events.

When I am with you, there is nowhere else I'd rather be. And I am a person who always wants to be somewhere else.