Your thoughts aren’t inconsequential.

The only truth I have is that it’s for us. Everything I do is for us.

You are a universe.

You are a universe, Kacey. I kept waiting to find the end of your love and beauty, the end of your generous heart. I never did. I never will.

Beauty and pain,” she said, almost to herself. “I don’t think you can separate the two.” “Maybe pain exists to make us appreciate the beauty,” I said.

I hated single. I hated empty beds and silent mornings. I loved long talks, longer kisses and the feeling of having a partner as I navigated the world; one who would fill many chapters in the story of my life.

I always get attached,” I said. “I can’t help myself. I don’t want casual, I want electricity. I want someone I can talk to for ages, someone who sets my blood on fire. And not just physically, you know?

Moment by moment, inhale by exhale, every heartbeat of hers against mine erased our separation. The lust consuming me all night revealed for what it truly was: my need to be with Josephine for the rest of my life. Not only her body but everything that she was: her scribbled words, her lonely heart and her victorious happiness.

The stronger the love, the more helpless the person feels in the wake of its loss.

A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time. –Mark Twain.