It scares me how hard it is to remember life before you. I can't even make the comparisons anymore, because my memories of that time have all the depth of a photograph. It seems foolish to play games of better and worse. It's simply a matter of is and is no longer.

I no longer think she's just being nice. She's being kind. Which is much more a sign of character than mere niceness. Kindness connects to who you are, while niceness connects to how you want to be seen.

I say good-bye to the part of myself that misses him so much.

Sometimes desire is air, sometimes desire is liquid. And every now and then, when everything else is air and liquid, desire solidifies, and the body is the magnet that draws its weight.

I know it was more than that. But it was also less than that, too.

We are so used to releasing words. We don't know what to do with them if they stay.

How amazing it is that friendships can become so full that you can't imagine what your life was like before them.