Let’s always love each other, and never be in love with each other.

Told her she was beautiful. Didn't give up when she didn't believe me.

It doesn't feel like a date. It doesn't feel like friendship. It feels like something that fell off the tightrope but hasn't yet hit the net.

Because what's the point of something virtual if it doesn't end up being real?

The most understandable thing in the world should be how minutes lead to hours, how hours lead to days, how days can make a year. And yet, this neat progression can still be surprising.

There is no such thing as no choice. There is always a choice. The only question is whether it's a bearable one.

I had gotten so used to being alone, but never entirely used to it. Never used to it enough to stop wanting the alternative.