There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.

She avoids mirrors, and lifts a powerful telescope to find herself.

I think and think and think, I‘ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.

...accepting the compromise of the way we have been, the way we are, and the way we will likely be...may we live together in unwavering love and good health, amen.

Which, then, brings us closer to what we want to communicate: saying what we intend, or trying to say the opposite?

I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you.

I want an infinitely blank book and the rest of time.