You have to fall in love to be in love, but falling in love isn't the same as being in love

What's that sound I hear? It's just my lifetime It's whistling past my ear

But my hand has been clenched into a fist for three years now; it's frozen shut.

I’ve been feeling something else. Like I’m about to be sucked into something powerful and painful.

I want to ask him where that kitchen is. Where he's from. But he seems guarded. Or maybe it's me. Maybe making friends is a specific skill, and I missed the lesson.

By that point, it’ll have been more than year since I met Lulu. Any sane person would say it’s too late. It already felt too late that first day, when I woke up in the hospital. But even so, I’ve kept looking. I’m still looking.

Sometimes the wind blows you places you weren't expecting: sometimes it blows you away from those places, too.