Everyone tried with me. And everytime, it felt like the whole point of life was to see if trying was ever enough.

Slowly would be better than not at all.

Belonging. Togetherness. These words are as complicated and confusing as the word love. It’s probably all the same thing. Or it would be if we let it be. I can only guess from observation.

Measure the hope of that moment, that feeling. Everything else will be measured against it.

Gone is not forgotten, but our lives cannot be a memorial. This city cannot be a memorial. This city has to be a city. Our lives have to be our lives.

I want love to conquer all. But love can't conquer anything. It can't do anything on it's own. It relies on us to do the conquering on its behalf.

These words are now mine, but soon they’ll be ours.