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.

She is my first and only love. Most people know that their first love will not be their only love. But for me, she is both.

But I want to feel like life matters. I had something real with you, but then the realness scared me. I decided to go for other things instead.

Is that all we need? Can the way we say each other's names encompass all our history, all our love, all our fear, all our fights, all our reunions, all of what we know about each other, all of what we don't know?

love is tied to truth. I think of them as unhappily conjoined twins.

The key to a successful relationship isn’t just in the words, it’s in the choice of punctuation. When you’re in love with someone, a well-placed question mark can be the difference between bliss and disaster, and a deeply respected period or a cleverly inserted ellipsis can prevent all kinds of exclamations.

It’s as simple as that. Simple and complicated, as most true things are.