I could understand a world where she was in Nepal, though I couldn’t figure out why she didn’t text me back. I could understand a world where she was distant but not lost. I couldn’t understand a world without her.

When I crash, I will be inertia mass acceleration force gravity opposite equal everything. I will be nothing.

She lives in a world made entirely of sky.

We fall asleep to fairy tales, and the world rotates and revolves and time passes and we grow up and we understand that they are false. There are not heroes and princesses and villains. It’s not that easy.

I watched her carve her mistakes in stone, and they arranged themselves around her. They became a maze with walls that reached the sky.

She was tired. Gravity pulled at her more aggressively than usual. When she closed her eyes, she could feel it, dragging her deeper, deeper. I would have pulled her back. I would have saved her from falling, but she didn’t see my hand.

I am thinking about the way we love each other. I am thinking about our soul, one atom and bruised all over now that I have dragged it behind me with my muddy hands.

If there’s one person in the world you should be with, there must be one person in the world you shouldn’t be with.

She needed a window, because she had broken her heart throwing it at locked doors.

She had been desperate to feel something, anything. She needed a window, because she had broken her heart throwing it at locked doors.