Please may this not be a game. Please may this not be a game. Because if it’s a game, I know I’m going to lose.

I am a firm believer in serendipity- all the random pieces coming together in one wonderful moment, when suddenly you see what their purpose was all along.

It is an awful thing to be betrayed by your body. And it’s lonely, because you feel you can’t talk about it.

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

You wanna-I dunno-get coffee or something sometime?" Justin smiled "Not coffee. But yes." "Not Coffee it is, then." "Yes, Not Coffee.

I have no idea how he knows when I need him. We can go weeks without speaking, and then, when my blue moods threaten to turn black, he will show up and tell me my moods are azure indigo cerulean cobalt periwinkle and suddenly the blue will not seem so dark, more like the color of a noon-bright sky. He brings the sun.

There are few things harder than being born into the wrong body.