It Doesn't Feel Like A Date. It

Maybe Relationships Could Have Fractals, Too. And Maybe The Sense Of Loss Was When You're Becoming A Fractal Of What You Once Were To Each Other.

Life Goes On Is A Redundancy. Life Is Defined By Its Going On.

Gravity, N. I Imagine You Saved My Life. And Then I Wonder If I'm Just Imagining It.

I Have Already Spent Roughly Five Thousand Hours Asleep Next To You. This Has To Mean Something.

Is That All We Need? Can The Way We Say Each Other's Names Encompass All Our History, All Our Love, All Our Fear, All Our Fights, All Our Reunions, All Of What We Know About Each Other, All Of What We Don't Know?