I'm swimming in your cadences that you permeate my very language.

There is the sudden. There is the eventual. And in between, there is the living.

I had forgotten this about love: how the simple things- the turn away, the turn towards- could be so complicated, and how the complicated things- the stolen night, the right words- could be so simple.

She is my first and only love. Most people know that their first love will not be their only love. But for me, she is both.

I had gotten so used to being alone, but never entirely used to it. Never used to it enough to stop wanting the alternative.

Beauty comes naturally, but it's hard to be stunning by accident.

You make it a production. Slam doors. Knock things over. Scream. But I just leave. Even if I'm still standing there, I leave. I am refusing you. I am denying you. I am an adjective that is quickly turning into a noun.