I try to be a careful person. Most of the time my carelessness is completely unintentional.

Belonging. Togetherness. These words are as complicated and confusing as the word love. It’s probably all the same thing. Or it would be if we let it be. I can only guess from observation.

I cannot think of a single word to describe what we feel. I think we all feel it, to varying degrees. Perhaps in some other language there is a word for 'the world is terribly wrong.' That feeling of stun and unbelief and abandonment and shock and horror and distress.

And maybe it is only by finding yourself that you can feel the true intensity of becoming close to another person.

I had no idea what I wanted, only that I wanted something, which is the worst kind of wanting.

Love is the higher law.

Sharing truth is not the kind of gift that comes in wrapping paper - ripped open once and, there, you're done. No, this is a gift that must be unfolded.