That lasting things do, in fact, last.

He has no idea how beautiful the ordinary becomes once it disappears.

Maybe that's what history is, you go from one I can't believe it the next. And sometimes the I can't believe its are good, and sometimes they're bad. But the sum total of positive ones always outweighs the negative ones.

So I said I wanted you to stay, even though nothing could stay the same.

Measure the hope of that moment, that feeling. Everything else will be measured against it.

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.

I have already spent roughly five thousand hours asleep next to you. This has to mean something.