We touched with a softness that pushed through the skin into memory, like arms plunged into a river - we could feel the weight of each other's stones.
Sometimes, language is the sound of longing
Even if you have loved only once in your life, you're ruined.
Royal Young's writing is that rare blend of irony and beauty.
You were unsure which pain is worse -- the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.
Coincidences mean you're on the right path.