hubris, n. Every time I call you mine, I feel like I'm forcing it, as if saying it can make it so. As if I'm reminding you, and reminding the universe: mine. As if that one word from me could have that kind of power.

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

me: you know what sucks about love? o.w.g.: what? me: that it's so tied to the truth.

The way you're singing in your sleep The way you look before you leap The strange illusions that you keep You don't know But I'm noticing The way your touch turns into arcs The way you slide into the dark The beating of my open heart You don't know But I'm noticing

simon: that's disgusting! me: what's disgusting? simon: you know. you put your thing in the place where he, um, defecates.

I love you-I do-but I am afraid of making that love too important. Because you're always going to leave me, A. We can't deny it. You're always going to leave.

Things rarely get fixed the way they need to be.