It was so damn hard to find love in this world, to locate someone who could make you feel that there was a reason you'd been put on this earth. A child, I imagined, was the purest form of that. A child was the love you didn't have to look for, didn't have to prove anything to, didn't have to worry about losing. Which is why, when it happened, it hurt so badly.

The human capacity for burden is like bamboo- far more flexible than you'd ever believe at first glance.

When the door opens, I realize that the only thing worse than waiting is the moment you realize a decision has been made.

You can miss a person you've never known.

But will you miss me? More importantly - will I miss you? Does either one of us really want to hear the answer to that question?

Saying goodbye to the people you love isn't easy

I adore the way he looks at me sometimes, as if love is a quantity he cannot measure scientifically, because it multiplies too quickly.