We'd said we'd keep in touch. But touch is not something you can keep; as soon as it's gone, it's gone. We should have said we'd keep in words, because they are all we can string between us--words on a telephone line, words appearing on a screen.

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

I want love to conquer all. But love can't conquer anything. It can't do anything on it's own. It relies on us to do the conquering on its behalf.

Because it is senior year I have begun to see things as potential absences. The things I love will become the things I'll miss.

I still felt fondness for her - fondness, that pleasant, detached mix of admiration and sentiment, appreciation and nostalgia.

Maybe there is hope in the fragments, that what is lost can always be filled in by someone who knows.

It's not the easy things that let you get to know a person.