I want to take back the secrets I told you so I can decide now whether to tell them to you again. I want to take back the piece of me that lies in you, to see if I truly miss it. I want to take back at least half the “I love you”s, because it feels safer that way.

I notice you, I want to say. Even when no one else does, I do. I will.

It's as if when you love someone, they become your reason. And maybe I've gotten it backward, maybe it's just because I need a reason that I find myself falling in love with her. But I don't think that's it. I think I would have continued along, oblivious, if I hadn't happened to meet her.

breathtaking, adj. Those moments when we kiss and surrender for an hour before we say a single word.

What did it matter to me? Did I think that by making you rational about one thing, I could make you rational about everything? Maybe. Or maybe I just wanted to save you from your fears

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.

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