If you want to live within the definition of your own truth, you have to choose to go through the initially painful and ultimately comforting process of finding it.

He doesn’t just look upset—he looks newly blind. There is such loss in his eyes, and it permeates every other part of his body.

Sometimes memory tricks you. Sometimes beauty is best when it's distant.

I learn about the highs and lows of living with the same mother for your entire life, about how no one can make you angrier, but how you can't really love anyone more.

The clock always ticks. There are times you don't hear it, and there are times that you do.

And still, for all the jealously, all the doubt, sometimes I will be struck with a kind of awe that we're together. That someone like me could find someone like you --- it renders me wordless. Because surely words would conspire against such luck, would protest the unlikelihood of such a turn of events.

When the shock wears off, you always hope there's understanding underneath.