There are some lies that, under the right circumstances, are the only truth

I want to do things for people they will never forget. Maybe that’s the best thing I can do in life.

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.

Could it be that first love was the only true love? And that after those first fires had been doused or burned out, men and women chose whom they would love based on worldly needs, and then reenacted the rituals and feelings of that first pure experience - nursed the flames that once burned of their own accord

Royal Young's writing is that rare blend of irony and beauty.

I didn’t know who she was, but I had this fire inside me for someone I knew existed.

But say you do find the right people - how do you love them without smothering them?...How do you not suffocate them with all the love you've built up in their absence?