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

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

I never know what you really want, if I can give it to you, or if I’m already too late.

Things that matter are not easy. Feelings of happiness are easy. Happiness is not. Flirting is easy. Love is not. Saying you’re friends is easy. Being friends is not.

I have always been aware of how I break. I know what kind of situations will break me. I know what kind of people will do it. I know how much it will hurt.

That's what the voices in your head are for, to get you through the silent parts.

I know there are epic tales of romance, where love means you're supposed to die. Where it's all about sacrifice. But I don't want to die. I don't want Stephen to die. I'm looking for the scenario where we both get to live. Where we can continue this marvel that is love and discovery and trust.