Just one year

you don’t ever find things when you’re looking
for them. You find them when you’re not

Love is not something you pro-
tect. It’s something you risk.

I’m not
sure it’s possible to simultaneously love something and keep
it safe

Loving someone is such an inherently dangerous act.
And yet, love, that’s where safety lives.

I have
nothing but time in my life, but never enough of it when I
need it.

I repeat it. “Om gam ganapatayae namaha.” I pause as
the sound floats through the car. “That’s what I’m after. New
beginnings.”

And
only after I’d been filled up by her, by that day, did I understand how empty I really was.

“Sickness does not take a Sabbath.”

Misery loves com-
pany

ou could know going in, that twenty-five
years of love would break you in the end, would you risk
it? Because isn’t it inevitable? When you make such a large
withdrawal of happiness, somewhere you’ll have to make an
equally large deposit. It all goes back to the universal law of equilibrium.