This is the trap of having something to live for: Everything else seems lifeless.

That strange, twisted, torn love. That conflict between what your heart knows is right and what your mind is told is right.

Ignorance is not bliss. Bliss is knowing the full meaning of what you have been given.

When is a night over? Is it the start of sunrise or the end of it? Is it when you finally go to sleep or simply realize that you have to? When the club closes or when you everyone leaves? "It's over when you decide it's over," she says. "When you call it a night. The rest is just a matter of where the sun is in the sky.

It is not desire. Instead it is something deeper. I don't want to be with him constantly and forever. I want to be with him for the moment, and I want the moments to go on forever.

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

Kindness connects to who you are, while niceness connects to how you want to be seen.