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

We pencil-sketch our previous life so we can contrast it to the technicolor of the moment.

There is something so intimate about saying the truth out loud. There is something so intimate about hearing the truth said. There is something so intimate about sharing the truth, even if you are not entirely sure what it means.

Every single answer starts with the phrase 'I don't know.' But most of the time she does know, if I give her the time and the space in which to answer.

I can take everything on her face at face value, and that's valuable in a friend.

Maybe, it's not the distance that's the problem, but how you handle it.

Maybe tonight you're scared of falling, and maybe there's somebody here or somewhere else you're thinking about, worrying over, fretting over, trying to figure out if you want to fall, or how and when you're gonna land, and i gotta tell you, friends, to stop thinking about the landing, because it's all about falling.