“Utterly engulfed,And wanting more.Buried,Drowned,Intoxicated,With the vastness of love.Losing myself as the waves wash over me,Through me,Surrounding me,Caught up in the a hurricane of overwhelming peace,I have let go,And He has found me.”

“All I saw in his eyes during my last impromptu was visit was apathy. A healthy dose of it. It’s not that he hates me; it’s that he’s devoid of any type of emotions toward me.”

“Its not that he didn’t appreciate his dishwasher. There was something about washing dishes by hand that was therapeutic, as if he could wash away the regrets of the past and photos he wanted to wipe out of his memory forever.”

“Don’t do that to me. Losing you would not be good for my mental health, get it?”

“You don't have to own something for it to be you. Haven't you ever gone into a gallery and seen a painting and said 'that's me'. Or had a piece of music capture something deep down you didn't even know was there? You realize it's always been part of youl you've just never heard it before.”

“I’ll persuade you to tell me all about what kind of waters you’ve muddled your feet in, and I’ll tell you about the trouble I’ve led skirmishes into for the past decade.”

“He glanced through the kitchen door at Tori sitting in front of his laptop. Would they be together in two months? Two years? Two decades? Did he want to be with her that long? Maybe. He didn’t know and suspected she didn’t know either. Three months together wasn’t long enough to know, Actually it was. but he still needed time to…”