Love was that way. You could not render it in black or white. It always came down to the strange blended shades of grey.

If you didnt remember something happening was it because it never had happened Or because you wished it hadnt

All any of us wanted really was to know that we counted. That someone elses life would not have been as rich without us here.

You know someones right for you when the things they dont have to say are even more important than the things they do.

My mother used to tell me that when push comes to shove you always know who to turn to. That being a family isnt a social construct but an instinct.

I think you can love a person too much.You put someone up on a pedestal and all of a sudden from that perspective you notice whats wrong - a hair out of place a run in a stocking a broken bone. You spend all your time and energy making it right and all the while you are falling apart yourself. You dont even realize what you look like how far youve deteriorated because you only have eyes for someone else.

Love is supposed to move mountains to make the world go round to be all you need but it falls apart at the deatils. It cant save a single person.

He smiles at me and I am suddenly seventeen again - the year I realize that love doesnt follow the rules the year I understood that nothing is worth having so much as something unattainable

I close my eyes thinking that there is nothing like an embrace after an absence nothing like fitting my face into the curve of his shoulder and filling my lungs with the scent of him.

How could he convey to someone whod never even met her the way she always smelled like rain or how his stomach knotted up every time he saw her shake loose her hair from its braid How could he describe how it felt when she finished his sentences turnec the mug they were sharing so that her mouth landed where his had been How did he explain the way they could be in a locker room or underwater or in the piney woods of Maine bus as long as Em was with him he was at home