A handful of letters doesn't always make a word, love.

I love you exactly as you are.

And we are quotation marks, inverted and upside down, clinging to one another at the end of this life sentence. Trapped by lives we did not choose.

A handful of letters doesn't always make a word, love.

Hope. It's like a drop of honey, a field of tulips blooming in the springtime. It's a fresh rain, a whispered promise, a cloudless sky, the perfect punctuation mark at the end of a sentence. And it's the only thing in the world keeping me afloat.

Friendship is not a thing I have ever experienced. Not as a child, and not as I am now.

Only an idiot would rely on the energy of a bean or a leaf to stay awake throughout the day.