His secret name, which belongs to me, and to him, and to no one else.

It's so strange how life works: You want something and you wait and wait and feel like it's taking forever to come. Then it happens and it's over and all you want to do is curl back up in that moment before things changed.

Something aches at the very core of me, something ancient and deep and stronger than words: the filament that joins each of us to the root of existence, that ancient thing unfurling and resisting and grappling, desperately, for a foothold, a way to stay here, breathe, keep going.

What I meant was, you looked happier in the pictures.

Through wind, and tempest, storm, and rain; The calm shall be buried inside of me; A warm stone, heavy and dry; The root, the source, a weapon against pain

I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.

you have to understand. i wasn't just thinking of me. i was thinking of her, too.