You can ruin anything if you focus at it.
When the light at Vernon turned green, we stepped into the street and George grabbed my hand and the ghosts of our younger selves crossed with us.
…kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
My lover is experiencing reverse evolution.
The writing I tend to think of as 'good' is good because it's mysterious.
I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.