this is why we call people exes, I guess - because the paths that cross in the middle end up separating at the end. it's too easy to see an X as a cross-out. it's not, because there's no way to cross out something like that. the X is a diagram of two paths.
It won't be a normal life-I know that. But it will be a life. A life together.
I am breathing. In dreams, we never bother to breathe.
it's the belief, not the words, that mean everything. it's the floating.
When the shock wears off, you always hope there's understanding underneath.
i have to cross the river of extreme awkwardness in order to get to the paradise on the other side.