“I had forgotten this about love: how the simple things- the turn away, the turn towards- could be so complicated, and how the complicated things- the stolen night, the right words- could be so simple.”

“It’s as simple as that. Simple and complicated, as most true things are.”

“Simple and complicated, as most true things are.”

“The past and future are what’s complicated. It’s the present that’s simple.”

“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.”

“Love is so painful, how could you ever wish it on anybody? And love is so essential, how could you ever stand in its way?”

“i feel like my life is so scattered right now. like it’s all these small pieces of paper and someone’s turned on the fan. but talking to you makes me feel like the fan’s been turned off for a little bit. like things could actually make sense. you completely unscatter me, and i appreciate that so much.”