You know what happens to girls who loves lost boys? They become lost themselves.

And as we drift into sleep, I feel something I’ve never felt before. A closeness that isn’t merely physical. A connection that defies the fact that we’ve only just met. A sensation that can only come from the most euphoric of feelings: belonging.

I am starting to get tired of relying on words.

The key is to never recognize these imbalances. To not let the dauntingness daunt us.

They don’t have silences together; they have noise. Mostly his.

I suspected that what happens in hotel rooms rarely lasts outside of them. I suspected that when something was a beginning and an ending at the same time, that meant it could only exist in the present.

I should talk to him I know I should talk to him. But I do not talk to him. I watch after him from afar and love him.