Moments into minutes. Minutes into hours. Hours into days. Days into years. Years into possibility. This will linger.

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

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.

There was a pause. I was still scared by every gap in our conversation, fearing that this was it, the point where we had nothing left to say. I was still trying to impress you, and I still wanted to be impressed by you, so I could pass along pieces of your impressiveness to my friends, convincing myself this was possible.

How amazing it is that friendships can become so full that you can't imagine what your life was like before them.

There is no word for the recipient of the love. There is only a word for the giver. There is the assumption that lovers come in pairs.

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.