I wake up feverish, sore, uncomfortable. Is it sickness or is it heartbreak? I can't tell. The thermometer says I'm normal, but I'm clearly not.

lying awake beside you, these thoughts run through my head.

A photograph it a souvenir of a memory. It is not a moment. It is the looking at the photograph that becomes the moment. Your own moment.

My mother said I should have a 'change of scenery.' The word scenery made be think of a play. And as we were driving around, it made sense that way. Because no matter how much the scenery changed, we were still on the same stage.

he is both the source of my happiness and the one i want to share it with.

When someone breaks up with you, their beauty-- which you took such satisfaction in-- suddenly becomes unfair.

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