I want my own books to have their own shelves," you said, and that's how I knew it would be okay to live together.

The minute I knew I was in love was the minute when there was no question about it.

But I guess you don't see the planets when you're staring at the sun. You just get blinded.

Eventually she fell asleep, but I kept the phone against my ear, lulled by her breathing, and her breathing again in the background. And yes, it felt like home. Like everything belonged exactly where it was.

I know there are epic tales of romance, where love means you're supposed to die. Where it's all about sacrifice. But I don't want to die. I don't want Stephen to die. I'm looking for the scenario where we both get to live. Where we can continue this marvel that is love and discovery and trust.

How sad it must be for you to be nothing more than a hollow statue, to have your tomb preserved and your story forgotten.

Maybe there's a way to keep us in this moment. Not the sad part. But the coming together part.