I'd known enough people for every minute of the day, and yet still didn't have anyone as my two a.m.

There comes a time in every life when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your heart.

Then I'd crawl back into bed, smelling her all around me, and tell myself that next time, I would lock that window. But I never did.

Quiet and incredible. I really envy that.

I am coming to terms with the fact that loving someone requires a leap of faith, and that a soft landing is never guaranteed.

All I'd wanted for so long was for someone to explain everything that had happened to me in this same way. To label it neatly on a page: this leads to this leads to this.

That was the thing about being on the inside: the world was just going on, even when it seemed like time for you had stopped for good.