When you need to hold onto something, you should. Whatever gets you through, take it.

He was my first boyfriend, and I made him my everything - he was my new life, my new love, my new compass point. I guess that's the danger with firsts - you lose all sense of proportion.

Moments into minutes. Minutes into hours. Hours into days. Days into years. Years into possibility. This will linger.

Every you, every me. Fractals. Fractures.

I find I very rarely live up to my words. And since you know me primarily through my words, there are oh so many ways I can disappoint.

gravity, n. I imagine you saved my life. And then I wonder if I'm just imagining it.

instead i head to the computer and it's like i turn into a little girl who's just seen her first rainbow. i get all giddy and nervous and hopeful and despairing and i tell myself not to look obsessively at my buddy list, but it might as well be projected onto the insides of my eyelids. at 8:05 his name pops up, and i start to count. i only get to twelve before his IM pops up.