…t bits. Rediscovering the Before of Bastilla and Bujalski. Dancing with someone I thought was dead. I am not being known; I am remembering myself. And when that’s all taken care of, then. Then is when we start over.
…hole and vulnerable-enough heart to let a boy with eyes like aventurine kiss you in broad daylight. You have to let [the city, the boy, the Netflix] take their time with you. You have to take your time with them.
…u could let the phone ring dozens of times and it wasn’t weird. And when things ended, they ended.” Lately I find nothing more romantic than falling out of touch.