Magic naturally fades over distance. But proximity - well, when it works, proximity amplifies magic.

this blue shirt i have is practically the same color as my jeans, and looking all-blue is something only cookie monster can pull off.

I have no more idea now of who I am than I did before. But at least I know that. And I'm starting to figure out who I want to be.

I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I'm seeing we don't live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It's an infinite playlist.

Someday your prince will come," I assure him. "And the first thing I'm going to say to him is, 'What took you so long?

I am starting to get tired of relying on words. They are full of meaning, yes, but they lack sensation. Writing to her is not the same as seeing her face as she listens. hearing back from her is not the same as hearing her voice. I have always been grateful for technology, but now it feels as if there's a little hitch of separation woven into any digital interaction. I want to be there, and this scares me. All my usual disconnected comforts are bieng taken away, now that I see the greater comfort of presence.

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.