In the end, that's why some of us stupid humans get married. Because we know that we can lose each other and find each other again.

Forward is forward.

They were too near to me. I loved them to much. And the love overtaking me and combined with the fact that I was going to spend another evening alone, doing nothing with it, being waited down to motionlessness by my own actions made me want to get it over with and fucking be alone.

The almost biological certainty that the more often you checked your cell phone, the more likely you were to find that one wondrous message or notification that would improve your entire life.

Paris at night is a street show of a hundred moments you might have lived.