I felt like I was missing something. Missing you more. Missing whatever was going to happen next.

I am always amazed by people who know something is wrong but still insist on ignoring it, as if that will somehow make it go away. They spare themselves the confrontation, but end up boiling in resentment anyway.

I’ve found that people tend to trust other people who dress like them.

I mean, what if love isn't a yes-or-no question? It's not either you're in love or you're not. I mean, aren't there different levels? And maybe these things, like words and expectations and whatever, don't go on top of the love. Maybe it's like a map, and they all have their own place, and then when you see it from the sky - whoa.

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

A sound waiting to be a word.

We just want to walk. Our legs need to move to keep our minds from collapsing.