I keep visiting the same restaurant, and the losses mount. I came here with two friends in love, who are now exes. I came here with a lover of my own, and now it’s over. My grandmother, passed, and a couple failed dates. Still I sometimes imagine we are all…

I hear a train in the night and it carries in its sound the boy I was many years ago and the sound slowly fades just like that boy still listening to Elvis on the radio

I remember when we walked on the waterfront in Hong Kong and she cried and cried and cried I was relieved that she, finally, was sad too

in a smoky room walking through the crowd of strangers to you in the back worried there are millions of bars just like this there are millions of men just like me this moment has replayed millions of times and when i see you in the back and we kiss…

caffeine and black coffee and sex with your ex and ex and clubs and crying at 2 am   wine and long drives and blood on the car seats and doubt looking in your peach eyes doubt doubt doubt doubt   my love life is the same song on repeat…

When we traveled to Seoul, we listened to it on repeat. Playing it again for the first time years, I’m surprised to find the memories have already been washed out. Now I’m walking on a foggy beach and the memories I had hoped to find are nowhere to be seen.

Love isn’t a choice It’s being pushed off a cliff And told “fly”

When you’re dating at 29, everyone’s had their heart broken twice. Sometimes it’s more, but rarely less. If you find a girl whose only had her heart broken once, she’s a keeper. If meet a girl whose heart has been broken many times, you can marry her if she’s beautiful….

I don’t believe in being cynical, forever. I believe in the power of love. I believe in romance and candles and being swept away. I believe in crushing disappointment and building a new house together. I believe in looking through the ashes for memories worth keeping, finding none, and then…

I’m in a football stadium for the first time in years and I feel the cultural gulf that separates me from America. Football is controlled violence. At a graduation ceremony and it’s a reminder how artificial it all is. Introducing a professor she mentions all his awards. And like the…