There is nothing wrong with compromising. Even if you compromise almost everything.

Marriage is like a chess match is initiated and the board expands over time until it takes up all of a life.

Also, I designed a pretty fascinating bracelet, where you put a rubber band around your favorite book of poems for a year, and then you take it off and wear it.

I felt it very moving to feel his touch, and to remember that hands can also show love.

...he enclosed pieces of string that he used to measure out his body--his head, thigh, forearm, finger, neck, everything. He wanted me to sleep with them under my pillow. He said that when he came back, we would remeasure his body against the string as proof that he hadn't changed.

The sky slowly pulled up its blue dress to reveal night.

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