Dispel, v. It was the way you said, “I have something to tell you.” I could feel the magic drain from the room.

Deep breaths. I am taking deep breaths. Composure. Which, for me, means composing... Maybe this is my way of creating the illusion of control over something I have no control over. Like, if it's just a story I'm telling or a song I'm singing, then I'll be okay because I'm the guy who's providing the words.

There is no word for the recipient of the love. There is only a word for the giver. There is the assumption that lovers come in pairs.

Her vulnerability is open, but she’s safe within it.

It's one of the secrets of strength: We're so much more likely to find it in the service of others than in service to ourselves.

The key is to never recognize these imbalances. To not let the dauntingness daunt us.

I should talk to him I know I should talk to him. But I do not talk to him. I watch after him from afar and love him.