You wanna-I dunno-get coffee or something sometime?

Yesterday is another world. I want to go back there.

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

We just want to walk. Our legs need to move to keep our minds from collapsing.

I am starting to get tired of relying on words.

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.

I've lost track of where friendship ends and falling begins. (this is the foolish refrain of the hopelessly devoted.) there are times I want to kiss you midsentence. undo the not-doing with one gesture.