I can be hurt, you know. I can get as exhausted as anybody else. I can feel so bad I want to cry, too.

No matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away.

Wasn't it better if they kept this desire to see each other hidden within them, and never actually got together? That way, there would always be hope in their hearts. That hope would be a small, yet vital flame that warmed them to their core-- a tiny flame to cup one's hands around and protect from the wind, a flame that the violent winds of reality might easily extinguish.

From the girl who sat before me now...surged a fresh and physical life force. She was like a small animal that has popped into the world with the coming of spring. Her eyes moved like an independent organism with joy, laughter, anger, amazement, and despair. I hadn't seen a face so vivid and expressive in ages, and I enjoyed watching it live and move.

All of us are imperfect human beings living in an imperfect world.

She gave me this look – she might have been watching from a lifeboat as the ship went down. Or maybe it was the other way around.

You know what it’s like when you’re trying to fall asleep and it only makes you more wide awake?