"And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn’t really change the fact that you have what you have. Good and bad."

We could have been happy. I know that, and it is perhaps the hardest thing to know.

Before meeting you, I didn’t know what it was like to feel lonely. I never even considered myself alone. That’s because when you feel lonely, it means there is someone for you to miss.


There are certain people who come into your life, and leave a mark… Their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless.

No matter how often I think I can’t stand it anymore, I always do. There is no alternative. I don’t fall, I don’t foam at the mouth, faint, collapse or die. It’s the same for all of us. You can’t get out of the inside of your own head. Something keeps you going. Something always does.


Just because you can’t see the wound, doesn’t mean it isn’t hurting.

There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.

That was one of the saddest things about people—their most important thoughts and feelings often went unspoken and barely understood.

It is not our silence that is deafening, but all the words underneath it, yelled in our heads.

Body cells replace themselves every month. Even at this very moment. Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories.

And then I felt sad, because I realized, that once people are broken in certain ways, they can’t ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older, as you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it’s already happened


Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear.


I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you.

I missed you even when I was with you. That’s been my problem. I miss what I already have, and I surround myself with things that are missing.

Just remember that sometimes, the way you think about a person isn’t the way they actually are.

I couldn’t look at you and breathe at the same time.










To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god.