“Belonging. Togetherness. These words are as complicated and confusing as the word love. It’s probably all the same thing. Or it would be if we let it be. I can only guess from observation.”

“the chase for more, and the need to be recognised through our achievements and belongings, can hinder us from the real things, like time with those we love, time doing things we love ourselves, and balance. It’s probably all about balance really, isn’t it?”

“Come on. Let’s go inside before you can be more of a twatwaffle tonight.”He burst out laughing. “What did you just call me?”“It’s one of Casey’s words.”“Hmm, let me guess. It’s probably one of Casey’s words for me?”She nodded as she unlocked the front door. “Yes, but with some stronger expletives along with it.”“I figured as much.”

“because damn it Ed, that’s not why we broke up. I love it, I miss it, I hate to give it back to you, this complicated thing, it’s why we stayed together.”

“Don't be afraid," I said, "We belong together."I was immediatly overcome by the truth of my own words.”

“In the confusion we stay with each other, happy to be together, speaking without uttering a single word.”