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

i wish i were someone else, even though i know i'll never, ever be able to get away from what i've done and what's been done to me.

when things break, it's not the actual breaking that prevents them from getting back together again. it's because a little piece gets lost -- the two remaining ends couldn't fit together even if they wanted to. the whole shape has changed.

You don't know me. You know one me, just like I know one you. And you can't know every me, and I can't know every you.

We stay this way until twilight colours the window and the hour calls me home

elliptical, adj. The kiss I like the most is one of the slow ones. It’s as much breath as touch, as much no as yes. You lean in from the side, and I have to turn a little to make it happen.

You can't deny that there's something between us." "No. There is. When I saw you today--I didn't know I'd been waiting for you until you were there. And then all of that waiting rushed through me in a second. That's something... but I don't know if it's certainty.