One of my best friends is named David Leventhal, and it has always been a constant source of amusement to see how the similarity and differences play out in our lives.

She is carrying herself through the day, and it’s not an easy task.

The truth feels different from other things. The closest you can come to describing it is that it feels like taking a perfect breath.

My face seems too square and my eyes too big, like I'm perpetually surprised, but there's nothing wrong with me that I can fix.

And maybe it is only by finding yourself that you can feel the true intensity of becoming close to another person.

..I've been trying to argue myself into thinking these things don't matter, A. Really,I have. But I've lost the argument. And I can't keep having it, when I know what the real answer is.

you ask me what I'm looking for, and I outline you. you don't recognize the shape, offer other names. you say my time will come, and I hope.