If you want to know someone's story, they have to tell it aloud. But every time, the telling is a little but different. It's new, even to me.

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.

The only way someone can leave you is if you let them.

I don't think we get a choice in who we fall for," Ian whispers. "I think we just do.

This is love, I think. A place where people who have been alone may lock together like hawks and spin in the air, dizzy with surprise at the connection. A place you go willingly, and with wonder

Traveling is all very well and good as long as you knew there is a place or person you can call home

You okay in there?" "No, I'm hanging from a closet rod.