My subconscious speaks in a foreign language.

And if you could make a choice, then why not pick happiness?

What’s that about? Love must be more about power than we think, if even in its most intimate moment of expression we think about not being the one who risks the most.

I thought I might cry, the way you do when someone gives you some kindness when you most need it but when it seems the most surprising thing.

It was a shut door, and shut doors meant things kept to yourself. There were reasons you kept things to yourself, and they usually weren’t good, happy, open-air sort of reasons. Still, I didn’t want to see behind that door. You think you want to know everything there is to know about everything there is to know. But you don’t. Not really. I had pried the lid off of the dark places of another person before, I had seen inside. Down deep. You don’t want to look at what’s rotting there.

You … You had always made the future feel safe. As long as you were in it too, beside me, I could be okay.

You could care enough to keep a secret, but you could care enough to tell one, too.