hubris, n. Every time I call you mine, I feel like I'm forcing it, as if saying it can make it so. As if I'm reminding you, and reminding the universe: mine. As if that one word from me could have that kind of power.

I can't pretend to know what love is. It just is.

yearning n. and adj. At te core of this desire is the belief that everything can be perfect.

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 get it. The things you hope for the most are the things that destroy you in the end.

I still don’t know if this is a good quality or a bad one, to be able to be in the moment and then step out of it.

love is tied to truth. I think of them as unhappily conjoined twins.