He felt homesick for places he had never been. He missed hearts he had never loved.

The stars crossed and The Boy wished he could have hung himself on them.

My wife can look at me in a certain way and I can tell by her eyes how she's feeling about me or when I should stop talking about something. It's kind of the way twins have their own thing.

First he threw out all of his records, trashed his heart and then he went to sleep.

You can live with me in this house I've built out of writers blocks.

But our love isn’t easy because it’s not meant to be. It requires work and sacrifice and protection. And I wouldn’t want it any other way, not right now, with the morning sun making the curtains glow and Her arms around my neck and the sounds of the street so far away. I’m in it for the long haul, I’m not going away.

What are you looking at?” she asks. What am I looking at? My future wife? The mother of my children? The person I was put on this earth to find? Yes.