I can't be you. You can't be me. You can imagine another well—but never quite perfectly, you know?

The not knowing would not keep me from caring.

It is easy to forget how full the world is of people, full to bursting, and each of them imaginable and consistently misimagined.

You don't want romantic advice from me, you want romantic advice from Edward Cullen. I completely understand but he is completely unavailable right now and I'll tell you why. He doesn't exist.

But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail

I came here looking for a Great Perhaps, for real friends and a more-than-minor life.

Your driving is unpleasant, but it isn't technically unsafe.