no matter how happy we are, no matter how much we want our night to stretch out infinitely, sleep is inevitable.

Yesterday is another world. I want to go back there.

Now, I don't believe in doing hugs halfway. I can't stand people who try to hug without touching. A hug should be a full embrace - as I wrap my arms around Tony, I am not just holding him, but also trying to lift off his troubles for a moment so that the only thing he can feel is my presence, my support.

I am learning that a life isn't real unless someone else knows its reality. And I want my life to be real.

placid, adj. Sometimes I love it when we just lie on our backs, gaze off, stay still.

It would be too easy to say that I feel invisible. Instead, I feel painfully visible, and entirely ignored.

having someone think of me that way was like discovering a new window in the room i'd lived in all my life.