The ocean makes its music; the wind does its dance. We hold on. At first we hold on to one another, but then it starts to feel like we are holding on to something even bigger than that. Greater.

Things rarely get fixed the way they need to be.

But you have to figure that if it’s too hard to hang on, then maybe you should let go.

I couldn't remember ordinary moments, only the ones that had made an impression. Ordinary moments were the ones that fell away first.

Maybe relationships could have fractals, too. And maybe the sense of loss was when you're becoming a fractal of what you once were to each other.

Every two people cause and intersection. Every person alters the world.

this is what i never allowed myself to need. and of course what i've been needing all along.