Sometimes memory tricks you. Sometimes beauty is best when it's distant.

i have to cross the river of extreme awkwardness in order to get to the paradise on the other side.

I guess I don't believe these things can ever be easy, although I also don't see why they have to be hard.

There comes a time when the body takes over the life. There comes a time when the body’s urges, the body’s needs, dictate the life. You have no idea you are giving the body the key. But you hand it over. And then it’s in control. You mess with the wiring and the wiring takes charge.

We are so used to releasing words, we don't know what to do with them if they stay. No matter how many times we let them go, they come back. The words that matter always stay.

I want to take back at least half of the “I love you”s, because I didn’t mean them as much as the other ones.

Because what's the point of something virtual if it doesn't end up being real?