We look at each other without saying anything, both of us smiling like idiots. I heart is so full I can’t believe it can possibly still beat without bursting right in front of me. My desire for him is so fierce I’m afraid to stand, because I know my knees will be too weak to hold me up, but there’s more than that. This great and bursting thing inside me is love.

Sometimes when things break, you can hold them together for a while with string or glue or tape. Sometimes, nothing will hold what’s broken, and the pieces fly all over, and though you think you might be able to find them all again, one or two will always be missing. I flew apart. I broke. I shattered like a crystal vase dropped on a concrete floor, and pieces of me scattered all over. Some of them I was glad to see go. Some I never wanted to see again.

You don’t have to be sad to miss someone and wish they were still in your life.

Jealousy smells like the water in the bottom of a flower vase after the flowers have died.

I was trying to replace something I'd come to care about very much with something pretending to be as important.

I know everything and nothing about him all at the same time.

The hardest lies to detect are the ones surrounded by truth.