Unless i'm reading an assignment or doing a paper or taking a test, i'm thinking about you.

Perhaps lovers aren't supposed to look down at the ground. That kind of story is told in symbols-and earth represents reality, and reality represents frustrations, chance illnesses, death, murder, and all kinds of other tragedies. Lovers are meant to look up at the sky, for up there no beautiful illusions can be trampled upon.

I don't think she's ever coming back.

You can trust a few some of the time, and most none of the time. Feel lucky if you have even one to trust all of the time.

Only someone who had cried a great deal understands why someone else wants to stop the tears.

It was the eyes. The secret of love was in the eyes. The way one person looked at another, the way eyes communicated and spoke when the lips never moved.

Dreams, I thought. They're the riches of a poor person, stashed in treasure chests buried deeply in the imagination. But are dreams enough?