I'll find you," he says, watching me with the eyes I remember. "I won't let you go again

Everyone just wasting time because they have so much of it to waste, minutes slipping by on who's with who and did you hear.

And then, just at that moment, when I'm no longer sure if I'm dreaming or awake or walking some valley in between where everything you wish for comes true, I feel the flutter of his lips on mine.

I shiver, thinking how easy it is to be totally wrong about people-to see one tiny part of them and confuse it for the whole, to see the cause and think it's the effect or vice versa

This is what we are made for: promises, pledges, and sworn oaths of obedience.

Stupid how the mind will try to distract itself.

Waste today, want tomorrow.