"I have no idea how he knows when I need him. We can go weeks without speaking, and then, when my blue moods threaten to turn black, he will show up and tell me my moods are
and suddenly the blue will not seem so dark, more like the color of a noon-bright sky.
He brings the sun."
"Someone told her that
Love is a result of a chance encounter
So every time she wants to say I love you
She tells me ” I only love you, because I met you, had I not, I’d love someone else”
And I laugh because it’s adorable
And so I tell her
” I only love you, because you exist, had we not met, I would always have this deep underlying love for you”
And it’s true
So is love really a chance encounter
Or is it my fate
To love you"
"I don’t know what’s to become of us. we need a lot of luck. and mine’s been bad lately. and the sun is getting nearer. and, Life, as ugly as it seems, does seem worth 3 or 4 more days. think we’ll make it?"
"He is not a constellation.
You should not wish to be the cigarette touching his lips.
He will not appear through the fog and heal your wounds.
Only you can do that.
So get out of bed and put on some lipstick.
Stop falling at his feet.