Maybe our favorite quotations say more about us than our stories and the people we're quoting.
It was a kind of beautiful day, finally real summer in Indianapolis, warm and humid-the kind of weather that reminds you after a long winter that while the world wasn't built for humans, we were built for the world.
The smell after rain, the feeling after crying, the sound of a second chance.
11:11. I wished for you, by the way.
You like someone who can't like you back because unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.
I fell in love like you fell asleep – slowly, and then all at once.
My thoughts are starts I cannot fathom into constellations.
Because memories fall apart too, and then you're left with nothing, not even with a ghost but with it's shadow.
I wanted so badly to lie down next to her, wrap my arms around her, and sleep. Not have sex, but sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was a drizzle and she was a hurricane.
I lost my best friend that day. And from then on, the only fairytales in my life, were the ones that I read about in books.