Breathless

remember to open yourself up to love and possibility, to almostness and maybe.

We’re swaying a little to the music, and I’m looking into his eyes and thinking how amazing it is that you can live for eighteen years without knowing someone, and then they can come along and, like that, know you better than anyone. And you can’t imagine what you ever did before they knew you and saw you and heard you and talked to you about all the things they’ve been through and all the things that matter to them.

We’re two ships passing on a long summer night

It’s so fucking bizarre to me that one minute you can be naked with someone and the next it’s as if you never met,

to make you feel left out and less than and somehow incomplete

When he talks about his mother, I can hear the heaviness in his voice—burden, love, responsibility, resentment, protectiveness. All these things weighing it down.