It's The Way He Says My Name:

I’m Sorry For Everything.” Then He Turns And Pushes Back Into The Woods, And He’s Gone.

People Are Like Houses. They Could Open Their Doors. You Could Walk Through Their Rooms And Touch The Objects Hidden In Their Corners. But Something--the Structure, The Wiring, The Invisible Mechanism That Kept The Whole Thing Standing--remai Ned Invisible, Suggested Only By The Fact Of Its Existing At All.

There Is So Much Fragility In Kissing, In Other People: It Is All Glass.

The Whole Point Of Growing Up Is Learning To Stay On The Laughing Side.

But That's The Problem With Love - It Acts On You, Works Through You, Resists Your Attempts To Control.