People often say that when couples are married for a long time, they start to look alike. I don't believe that. But I do believe their sentences start to look alike.

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

I had forgotten this about love: how the simple things- the turn away, the turn towards- could be so complicated, and how the complicated things- the stolen night, the right words- could be so simple.

Which is more stubborn, the love or the two arguing people caught within it?

It was like everyone suddenly knew what mattered. Money didn't matter. Politics didn't matter. Tabloid news didn't matter. No-compassion mattered. Calm mattered. Respect mattered. Did it really take something of this magnitude to make us realize this?

If you zoom close-if you get really close to someone, if you really get close to yourself-then you lose the other person, you lose yourself entirely. You get so close you can't see anything anymore.

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.