What is the real question is not whether to be, but how to be?
It takes certain kind of naiveté, or perhaps just stupidity, to know things will end and still hope otherwise.
The truth and its opposite are flip sides of the same coin.
How is it possible that a boyfriend ceases to exist from one day to another?
We are like Humpty Dumpty and all these king's horses and all these king's men cannot put us back together again
I know that unlike that night, tonight I won't kiss her. Or touch her. Or even see her up close. Tonight, I'll listen. And that'll be enough.