that's it - hundreds of texts and conversations, thousands upon thousands of words spoken and sent, all boiled down into a single line. is that what relationships become?

He doesn’t just look upset—he looks newly blind. There is such loss in his eyes, and it permeates every other part of his body.

When you need to hold onto something, you should. Whatever gets you through, take it.

This is as much a part of my story as anything else. Friendship is love as much as any romance.

I'm a firm believer that every person, young or old, has at least one good story to tell.

So what do you have to confess now?" I don't know why I'm saying any of this, except that is the truth. "I'm confessing that I don't know if I'm ready for this." "What is 'this'?" "Being open. Being hurt. Liking. Not being liked. Seeing the flicker on. Seeing the flicker off. Leaping. Falling. Crashing.

I've lost track of where friendship ends and falling begins. (this is the foolish refrain of the hopelessly devoted.) there are times I want to kiss you midsentence. undo the not-doing with one gesture.