How could something that felt so right actually be so wrong?

And there are a million possibilities. Like the possibility of going separate ways. Together.

Walks are never as good during the day. At night, when everyone's apartments are lit up and you can see inside, that's where the action is. Everything about this fascinates me. Windows, lampposts, building facades. Looking into other people's lives. The way it all comes together, this entity greater than the sum of its parts. I feel inspired. I'm excited about my future life.

I'm so excited that my stomach is in a jiggle-jaggle of nerves. There they go again. Jiggle. Jaggle. I'm a mess.

Everyone at his table laughs. They know I can hear them. They just don't care.

You can never completely know anyone, no matter how well you think you do. There will always be some truth about them you don’t ever get to know.

If you have to explain about how something's supposed to feel, it takes away all the magic.