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.
David LevithanMaybe there is hope in the fragments, that what is lost can always be filled in by someone who knows.
David LevithanTo get something you must give something away. To hold something you must give something away. To love something you must give something away.
David Levithanno matter how happy we are, no matter how much we want our night to stretch out infinitely, sleep is inevitable.
David LevithanIndelible, adj. That first night, you took your finger and pointed to the top of my head, then traced a line between my eyes, down my nose, over my lips, my chin, my neck, to the center of my chest. It was so surprising. I knew I would never mimic it. That one gesture would be yours forever.
David Levithan