Deep down, you see, I long to be arcane, esoteric. I would love to confound people with their own language.

I only have eyes for you.

Once the storm comes out, the landscape changes. What you had before is altered in some way. And you have a choice: build something new and better from what is left or abandon it.

I had no idea what I wanted, only that I wanted something, which is the worst kind of wanting.

I know I should just leave. Just go. Because there's a point where a mistake turns into a big mistake, and I should probably come to my senses before I get there.

Sometimes the space between knowing what to do and actually doing it is a very short walk. Other times it is an impossible expanse.

I mean, what if love isn't a yes-or-no question? It's not either you're in love or you're not. I mean, aren't there different levels? And maybe these things, like words and expectations and whatever, don't go on top of the love. Maybe it's like a map, and they all have their own place, and then when you see it from the sky - whoa.