I thought of all the times we'd been together, how I kept coming closer, then retreating, while he stayed right where he was. A constant in a world where few, if any, really existed.

The thing is I'm a great believer in the perfect moment. They don't come around that often.

I was running from one problem or place to another, with no time left to study, or sleep, or just breathe. I felt pulled in all directions, fighting to keep all these obligations circling in the air above me. It was only a matter of time before something fell.

There were endless ways to spend your days, I knew that, none of them right or wrong. But given the chance for a real do-over, another way around, who would say no?

As if he was beating me to the punch, his words living forever, while I was left speechless, no rebuttal, no words left to say.

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

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