587

This is the silence and we are the end.

This is the sadness and

we

are

586

Things I want to ask you, like late at night when you're listening to music, do you ever find something so good you delay going to bed?

585

Her mind was in parentheses.

584

The answer was simple, even though what she had to do was complicated.

583

I have a theory, but you aren't going to like it.

582

Did you know as you were falling
how far down you were going?
Was it a controlled descent,
or did you make a mistake?

581

She's on a different frequency. I thought you knew.

580

When I'm so sure of destiny, I question sanity.

579

If I seem distracted, I promise it's not you.

578

So angry she's calm.

577

I was a drop in your ocean but you were my sun.

576

You never had to explain to me—I just understood.

575

Always the scientist.

574

Tell me your history and I'll show you where you went wrong.

573

Sometimes you're the windshield and sometimes you're in love.

572

Days when she built her own trap door.

571

She didn't have to pay attention to the song — she lived it.

570

She wanted to light the sky on fire, but the sea would do.

569

I wanna breathe your city.

568

She knew she didn't need him anymore, but she missed his company.

567

Naiads in the forest wore raindrops as jewelry.

566

She was blowing up the atmosphere.

565

I want to be less connected and I think that starts with you.

564

When someone out there chooses corruption over integrity, they have to go through you and then they have to deal with me.

563

I loved you then as I love you now: in ordinary moments in crowded places, when we would have shared a knowing glance between us.

562

Some days these things are good enough.

561

She was the problem and the cure.

560

She knew the details of the story she was writing, but she couldn't rise above to see the lesson.

559

I wanted to see you again, to change you.

558

They split up our talents to complement each other. You got speed and science. I got endurance and faith.

557

I'm concerned that you're not concerned.

556

We can be patient, if that's what it takes.

555

The way she adopted his attitude and understood that would work.

554

The days you'd think we'd forget.

553

They thought we were gods; we thought we could do better.

552

The last thing you needed was my permission.

551

Everything he ever was and could be—all those possibilities swirled around your head, but none of it matters because he won't change.

550

Clear, sunny days when sirens followed her.

549

It's in the silence between her breaths.

548

If you want to glimpse freedom, look at the American highway.

547

You wake the thing inside you; you let it see the sun.

546

The way we still say "Hello?" on the phone when we already know who's on the line.

545

We thought creativity was exclusive to humans, that machines could not create, that you needed a soul to produce art.

We were wrong.

Despite flesh and spirit, art is still a mechanical process. Neurons firing to create ideas, to command movements, to make something from nothing.

Electricity and wiring move a metal hand same as neurons and muscle move my hand.

A soul isn't required—only energy.

544

When you like the verse but not the chorus.

543

When you like the chorus but not the verse.

542

Everyone looks smaller in a hospital bed.

541

He saw through people's lies but no one believed his truths.

540

Sometimes it came from her head but sometimes it came from a movie.

539

The thing she wanted, more than anything else, was to be free. 

538

It smelled like the carnival and she didn't know why.

537

You are a problem I no longer want to solve.

536

In which all you had to do was ask.

535

When they asked for a rescue and we left them alone.

534

A decade later she realized every generation has someone like you.

533

You keep asking her to put the pieces together, and she keeps telling you she doesn't know how.

532

She wouldn't talk about him, so there's no point in asking.

531

You can't ask her to ignore the rhythm.

530

Meditation put her to sleep and her impatience ruined yoga.

529

They never asked questions, so how could they solve problems?

528

The way she is always friendly even though she doesn't have many friends.

527

When she buried her face in the pillow and he couldn't tell if she was laughing or crying.

526

At night, when she sang to the king.

525

Every January is about him and every year she denies it.

524

The way his eyes lit up every time he spun her in a dance.

523

They thought it was me.

I knew it was her.

522

I have a working theory and you aren't going to like it.

521

She woke up with ink stains on her hands.