I had forgotten this about love: how the simple things- the turn away, the turn towards- could be so complicated, and how the complicated things- the stolen night, the right words- could be so simple.
We stay this way until twilight colours the window and the hour calls me home
I can take everything on her face at face value, and that's valuable in a friend.
It's as if when you love someone, they become your reason.
I can't pretend to know what love is. It just is.
To get something you must give something away. To hold something you must give something away. To love something you must give something away.