Except even at the start, when we were in that can't-get-enough-of-you-phase, there was like some invisible wall between us. At first I tried to take it down, but it took so much effort to even make cracks. And then I got tired of trying. Then I justified it. This was just how adult relationships were, how love felt once you had a few battle scars.

It doesn't rain every day. Just every other day.

A day might just be twenty-four hours but sometimes getting through one seems as impossible as scaling Everest.

Or maybe it's not a miracle. Maybe this is just life. When you open yourself up to it. When you put yourself in the path of it. When you say yes.

Anything that kills hope is a sin

Are you happy in your misery? Resting peaceful in desolation? It’s the final tie that binds us The sole source of my consolation" “blue

But it's a big ocean. It's an even bigger world. And maybe we've gotten as close as we're supposed to get.