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

No, really,' I said. 'I think she's great. And I honestly like her about twenty more times now than I did when we were dating. But love needs to have a future. And Sofia and I don't have a future. We've just had a good time sharing the present, that's all.

I don’t like it when you use my shampoo, because then your hair smells like me, not you.

Neophyte, n. There are millions upon millions of people who have been through this before-- why is it that no one can give my good advice?

So what do you have to confess now?" I don't know why I'm saying any of this, except that is the truth. "I'm confessing that I don't know if I'm ready for this." "What is 'this'?" "Being open. Being hurt. Liking. Not being liked. Seeing the flicker on. Seeing the flicker off. Leaping. Falling. Crashing.

This is what my voice sounds like I don't need to be talking to someone else To hear it

If you zoom close-if you get really close to someone, if you really get close to yourself-then you lose the other person, you lose yourself entirely. You get so close you can't see anything anymore.