It is its own form of conversation -- you can learn a lot about people from the stories they tell, but you can also know them from the way they sing along, whether they like the windows up or down, if they live by the map or by the world, if they feel the pull of the ocean.

I see no sin in a kiss. I only see sin in the condemnation

Yes, time can be buoyed by wordlessness, but it needs to be anchored in words.

Which is more stubborn, the love or the two arguing people caught within it?

I am constantly torn between killing myself and killing everyone around me.

And as we drift into sleep, I feel something I’ve never felt before. A closeness that isn’t merely physical. A connection that defies the fact that we’ve only just met. A sensation that can only come from the most euphoric of feelings: belonging.

This is what a memorial is: standing still, staring at something that isn’t ther