Love is just a shout in the void.

You like someone who can't like you back because unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.

Caring doesn't sometimes lead to misery. It always does.

Every second of your definitionally temporary consciousness, you are choosing how you spend something that will not last forever.

What matters to you defines your mattering.

So I let her go, too. And I'm sorry.

I leaned in toward her, suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling that we must kiss.

You could drive past it without noticing and from what I understand, you ought to.

We think that we are invincible because we are.