Behind the camera, I was invisible. When I lifted it up to my eye it was like I crawled into the lens, losing myself there. and everything else fell away.

It hadn't even occured to me that somebody would believe mine.

"It's gonna be okay," I said. It was the first time in a long time that I believed it. "It will."

How weird was it that so many bits and pieces, all diverse, could make something whole. Something with potential. 'Perfect.

It was becoming clear to me that I shouldn't bother to get too attached to anything. Turn your back and you lose it. Just like that.

I knew this feeling, the 2 a.m. loneliness that I'd practically invented.

No relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater.