Can I Tinder swipe for cat cuddles?

She can’t worry. She can’t ‘fix.’ She can’t love.

Can you revive wilted tulips?

As I accept the flowers, I release my grip on the balloons, and they bounce gently against the ceiling the way they did before—hovering, annoyed, frustrated, contained by the ceiling and disappointed by the limits of life.

We’re lost in each other, in the heart of Toronto, slow dancing to nothing but the beat of my heart and the sound of her breath on my neck. I know the subway trains are trembling beneath my feet and that we’re amidst the constant buzz of city life, yet I hear nothing but my heart beating and feel nothing but her breath on my neck.

Sometimes you have to fight for the past and sometimes you have to let go.

Of course her dumb Lab’s going to do whatever it takes to retrieve the ball. What he craves more than freedom is companionship.

Sometimes our heroes let us down.

I guess all the time I spend on social media has made me believe that love exists above the surface, that it’s supposed to be light all of the time.