This is my life, I think. I am an accumulation of objects.

He doesn’t just look upset—he looks newly blind. There is such loss in his eyes, and it permeates every other part of his body.

i have never had anybody talk to me like this. this is not a flirty sixth-grade phone call or bantering with friends or words passed in a note. i feel that if my soul could talk it would talk like this.

The moment you fall in love feels like it has centuries behind it, generations - all of them rearranging themselves so this precise, remarkable intersection could happen. In your heart, in your bones, no matter how silly you know it is, you feel that everything has been leading to this, all the secret arrows were pointing here, the universe and time itself crafted this long ago, and you are just now realizing it, you are just now arriving at the place you were always meant to be.

That strange, twisted, torn love. That conflict between what your heart knows is right and what your mind is told is right.

Love me less, but love me for a long time

I could point out that it isn't always easy knowing who you are and what you want, because then you have no excuse for not trying to get it.