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

Falling in love with someone doesn’t mean you know any better how they feel. It only means you know how you feel.

Slowly would be better than not at all.

Things rarely get fixed the way they need to be.

We were painting by numbers, starting with the greens. Because that happened to be our favorite color. And this, we figured, had to mean something.

I am a drifter, and as lonely as that can be, it is also remarkably freeing. I will never define myself in terms of anyone else.

If I'm not telling you something, it's for a reason. Just because you trust me, it doesn't mean I have to automatically trust you. Trust doesn't work like that.