Falling in love with someone doesn’t mean you know any better how they feel. It only means you know how you feel.

How can you spend hours every day trying in small ways to figure out who you are, then have a near-stranger give you a sentence of yourself that says it better than you ever could?

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.

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

...but the truth is that I don't feel like I can carry anyone but myself right now. The streets are empty. I am empty. Or, no--I am full of pain. It's my life that's empty.

If other people see you differently, you’ll end up seeing them differently, too.

I get it. The things you hope for the most are the things that destroy you in the end.