• there is hope, even when your brain tells you there isn’t.
• you remember your first love because they show you, prove to you, that you can love and be loved, that nothing in this world is deserved except for love, that love is both how and you become a person and why.
• you’re both the fire and the water that extinguishes it. you’re the narrator, the protagonist, and the sidekick. you’re the storyteller and the story told. you are somebody’s something, but you are also your you.
• she told me that beauty was mostly a matter of attention. ‘the river is beautiful because you are looking at it,’ she said.
• in the best conversations, you don't even remember what you talked about, only how it felt. it felt like we were in some place your body can't visit, some place with no ceiling and no walls and no floor and no instruments.

(j.g)