fear the future; I’m afraid I’ll ruin the life of my son.
They both cried. She had expected no one and nothing.
Your smile is every reason I have.
If I had a lifetime to spare, I’d spend it nestled in the hollow of your neck.
It had always been there.
I just wasn’t looking through the right pair of eyes.
You’d know what was happening, and you wouldn’t be able to stop it.
I sit on the edge of my bed, in the psychiatric ward. My hand is lost inside my husband’s.
Love is an act of will.
You know my mom was in a very bad accident recently and they don’t know whether she’ll return home, yesterday they arrested my dad…
A million memories of this same loving embrace race through my mind: Memories we haven’t experienced yet.
I worked many different jobs over the span of 10 years, before realizing I liked being fired.
…Quite a lot, it turns out.
Love is the moment of dawning comprehension that, even during a fight, you’re still happier with them than without.
Thank you for knowing that a rough patch isn’t necessarily an endpoint.
“It’s a hell of a goddamned thing,” he said.
A heart lost to myself, found again in the glow of your tears