One way isn't better than the other; they're just different.

My head spins as I glance away, refusing to get sucked back into his gaze when so much is at risk.

Love as a verb. Love as a commitment.

It's the worst thing to fall in love with someone who will never stop disappointing you.

But now I can see that there is redemption and beauty in an accident emanating from love.

there is always something comforting about knowing that you are not alone. That other people feel the way you do. That you are a bit screwed up, but still normal.

Songs and smells will bring you back to a moment in time more than anything else. It's amazing how much can be conjured with a few notes of a song or a solitary whiff of a room. A song you didn't even pay attention to at the time, a place that you didn't even know had a particular smell. I wonder what will someday bring back Dex and our few months together. Maybe the sound of Dido's voice. Maybe the scent of the Aveda shampoo I've been using all summer.