That lasting things do, in fact, last.
This is my life, I think. I am an accumulation of objects.
Freedom is also about what you will allow yourself to do.
I wake up thinking of yesterday. The joy is in remembering; the pain is in knowing it was yesterday.
It's one thing to fall in love. It's another to feel someone else fall in love with you, and to feel a responsibility toward that love.
People are always separable.