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

To love--to fall--is not a question. To touch--to kiss--to speak--those are questions.

I am a firm believer in serendipity- all the random pieces coming together in one wonderful moment, when suddenly you see what their purpose was all along.

For I have never wanted a lover, but I have always wanted to love, and to be loved.

I want to take back the secrets I told you so I can decide now whether to tell them to you again. I want to take back the piece of me that lies in you, to see if I truly miss it. I want to take back at least half the “I love you”s, because it feels safer that way.

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

It's only a game if there is an absence of meaning. And we've already gone too far for that.