For a second I was almost jealous of the clouds. Why was he looking to them for an escape when I was right here beside him?

We should have stories in common, I found myself thinking. We should have stories, and jokes no one understands, and memories that we know will stay alive because neither of us will let the other forget.

So many things you promise yourself you won't get used to, and then you do.

I still hear the world spinning.

This world is out of date

There’s a ghost of a dream that you don’t even try to shake free off because you’re too in love with the way she haunts you.

There is no mystery-- that's the beauty of it. We are entirely explicable to each other, and yet we stay. What a miracle that is.