For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.

I wonder if things can happen too early or too late or if everything happens at exactly the right time. If so, how sad and beautiful.

The present grows within the boundaries of the past.

You can't put a price on the rituals of love, because you never know what will happen next. I suppose fear is part of the excitement and we can't have one without the other.

Everything that we love will, at some point, be taken away from us. If I think about everyone I love eventually being taken away from me by death, or simply by getting lost from each other in the world, it makes me value them much more now. And I'm much less likely to be indifferent. For me, indifference is the end of life.

I wanted to explain that trusting is harder than being trusted.

For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.