Monique’s Reviews > The Lover's Dictionary > Status Update

Trying to write about love is ultimately like trying to have a dictionary represent life. No matter how many words there are, there will never be enough.

We have fallen through the surface of want and are deep in the trenches of need

And still, for all the jealousy, all the doubt, sometimes I will be struck with a kind of awe that we're together. That someone like me could find someone like you - it renders me wordless. Because surely words would conspire against such luck, would protest the unlikelihood of such a turn of events... Then, later on, I would be overwhelmed by the evidence, by all the lines connecting you to me, and us to love.

Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it.

I just need to know that nobody's reading over my shoulder, about to ask me what I'm writing. I want to sequester this one part of me from everyone else. I want the act to be a secret, even if the words can only hold themselves secret for so long.

I know it's because I'm swimming in your cadences, that you permeate my very language.

There has to be a moment at the beginning when you wonder whether you're in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself.

You have the ability to talk to anyone, which is an ability I do not share.

I love the vagueness of words that involve time.

People often say that when couples are married for a long time, they start to look alike. I don't believe that. But I do believe their sentences start to look alike.