And she realized everything one does is just another effort to be understood by someone a little bit more.
A relationship takes place between two people across space and time, and suddenly no one seems like a stranger.
She carried a thousand lights inside her heart, and a thousand lights carried her.
And in that vastness, it felt like every memory existed only to disappear one day.
The first time he saw her she reminded him of a distant memory of falling from a height.
Do we really need each other, or are we just covering up each other’s loneliness?
Maturity is the ability to see what is important and what is not.
The question of purpose and meaning becomes obsolete when you think beyond human life.
We feel responsibility but we never let ourselves feel connectedness.
I wonder how two imperfect people can create perfect love.