There is the sudden. There is the eventual. And in between, there is the living.

You wanna-I dunno-get coffee or something sometime?

I text tiny a minute later. MADE NEW GAY FRIEND. And he texts back PROGRESS!!!

I don't get this at all. It's like protesting the fact that some people are red-haired.

There are times when I worry that I've already lost myself. That is, that my self is so inseparable from being with you that if we were to separate, I would no longer be. I save this thought for when I feel the darkest discontent. I never meant to depend so much on someone else.

If there wasn't a word for it, would we realize our masochism as much?

These teenager looks aren't going to last forever, and that there are much better foundation to build a life upon than how attractive you are.