I close my eyes, thinking that there is nothing like an embrace after an absence, nothing like fitting my face into the curve of his shoulder and filling my lungs with the scent of him.

I would rather be in minority and be right, than in the majority and wrong.

When she smiles, it feels like the first warm day of March-- after an eternity of snow, when you suddenly remember how summer feels on the backs of your bare calves & in the part of your hair.

No one gets to start where they left off; it just doesn't work that way.

The way i see it, love is just a bigger, stickier form of trust.

In books, you always know what's coming next. There are no surprises.

Maybe I was naïve to think that silence was implicit complacence, instead of a festering question. Maybe I was silly to believe that friends owed each other anything.