I'm in crisis. I'm about to bump with a five-foot chino-chicano.

Faith is accepting what makes no sense, what we cannot prove, but know down deep in our souls is real.

When I'm at school in the city, I don't feel particularly worldly or wise. It's only when I come back home that I remember exactly why I left.

I wish our love was right now.

I love you, too." But this hopeful farewell does little to bring peace of mind, even now. Loving you has never been the problem. What's troubling me is how loving you may never be enough.

It's so much easier to convince yourself you're madly in love with someone when you know nothing about him.

Humans find meaningfulness where none exists because we want to create a sense of order in this chaotic universe. It's called apophenia. (And it's also the reason people believe in God.)