There is no word for our kind of friendship. Two people who don't see each other a lot, but can make each other effortlessly happy

The clock always ticks. There are times you don't hear it, and there are times that you do.

You spend so much time, so much effort, trying to hold yourself together. And then everything falls apart anyway.

Love me less, but love me for a long time

I wake up feverish, sore, uncomfortable. Is it sickness or is it heartbreak? I can't tell. The thermometer says I'm normal, but I'm clearly not.

I think one of the highest compliments you can give a person is that when you are talking to him, you are not thinking about the fact that you are talking to him. That is, your thoughts and words all exist on a single, engaged level. You are being yourself because you aren't bothering to think about who you should be. It is like when you talk in a dream.

You never let things go unanswered for too long. Emails. Phone calls. Questions. As if you know the waiting is the hardest part for me.