Tried to keep you close to me, but life got in between.

I’m fighting myself. I know I am. One minute I want to remember. The next minute I want to live in the land of forgetting. One minute I want to feel. The next minute I never want to feel ever again.

You can love someone so much, but you can never love people as much as you can miss them.

You say it’s too late to make it But is it too late to try?

“I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones.”

The universe, I’d learned, was never, ever kidding. It would take whatever it wanted and it would never give it back.