With all due respect, if you’re forty-three, then I’m a fetus.

In small letters, someone has written NEVER FORGET on one of the slats. I know it's supposed to be a pledge, but it feels like a curse. Don't we have to forget some of it? Don't we have to forget this feeling? If we don't, how will we live?

Yesterday is another world. I want to go back there.

By the time I got there, you’d already decided. And I quickly decided to let you decide. You were already seeing the rooms as ours, and that was enough for me.

We found out a long time ago that we weren’t meant to fall in love with each other. But a part of me still fell in hope with him.

Why do we feel the need to disconnect in order to connect?

If you start the day reading the obituaries, you live your day a little differently.