If I lose it now, I will lose you, too. I know that. I hate it.
I am learning that a life isn't real unless someone else knows its reality. And I want my life to be real.
Because sometimes you just have to dance like a madman in the Self-Help section of your local bookstore.
Love me less, but love me for a long time
There are few things harder than being born into the wrong body.
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.