That no matter what i did, I would always be missing something else. And the only way to live, the only way to be happy, was to make sure the things I didn't miss meant more to me than the things I missed.

After working for so long on being sure of each other, sure of this thing, suddenly we were unsure again.

What i want is for what i want to actually matter.

I'm always standing on the edge of something bad.

I am proud that I defy your categories. I am proud that I don't fit easily into any box. I am proud of all the things I am and all the things i can be. Question yourself every time you think you only see one thing in me.

As if when someone close to us dies, we momentarily trade places with them, in the moment right before. And as we get over it, we’re really living their life in reverse, from death to life, from sickness to health.

It was rather awkward, insofar as we were both teetering between the possibility of something and the possibility of nothing.