If two points are destined to touch, the universe will always find a way to make the connection - even when all hope seems to be lost. Certain ties cannot be broken. They define who we are - and who we can become. Across space, across time, among paths we cannot predict - nature always finds a way.

The moon, bending through the window blinds, I told time by the light casting shadows across your face while you told me this story, "My grandparents were married for 63 years. On the day my grandfather died he laid in bed and said nothing but ‘love, love, love love’ then he puckered his lips and kissed my grandmother for the last time." Love, love, love, love is like sunshine: sometimes you have to get burned to know you were there.

“Why were you late in today?”

"What’s our stop?"

Always learn poems by heart. They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they’ll make your soul impervious to the world’s soft decay.