Dispel, v. It was the way you said, “I have something to tell you.” I could feel the magic drain from the room.

There are things I miss," you said. "But if I didn't have you, I'd miss more.

There will always be more questions. Every answer leads to more questions. The only way to survive is to let some of them go.

seven wonders of the world and I have to ask for an eighth fill a bottle with some prayers and spend them on hope create an easy route just so I can complicate send my heart down that slippery slope

Magic naturally fades over distance. But proximity - well, when it works, proximity amplifies magic.

We could call you an ambisexual. A duosexual. A—” “Do I really have to find a word for it?” Kyle interrupts. “Can’t it just be what it is?” “Of course,” I say, even though in the bigger world I’m not so sure. The world loves stupid labels. I wish we got to choose our own. We pause for a moment. I wonder if that’s all—if he just needed to say the truth and have it heard. But then Kyle looks at me with unsure eyes and says, “You see, I don’t know who I’m supposed to be.” “Nobody does,” I assure him.

I never felt the urge to jump off a bridge, but there are times I have wanted to jump out of my life, out of my skin.