Sometimes the space between knowing what to do and actually doing it is a very short walk. Other times it is an impossible expanse.

luckily, tiny texts me every five minutes or so. i don't know how he does it without getting caught in class. maybe he hides the phone in the folds of his stomach or something.

Luckily, I always travel with a book, just in case I have to wait on line for Santa, or some such inconvenience.

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

Deep down? That sounds like settling to me. You shouldn't have to venture deep down in order to get to love.

I'll see you later, he says, and as he does, he runs his finger briefly over my wrist. It passes over me like air, and makes me shiver like a kiss.

detachment, n. Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it.