Life tells you to take the elevator, but love tells you to take the stairs.

Serrated, adj. And you said, "I'm not sure we can.

this is what i never allowed myself to need. and of course what i've been needing all along.

But death is not freedom. For a moment, it can look like freedom. But then it's death. Anything. Something. Nothing.

Yes, time can be buoyed by wordlessness, but it needs to be anchored in words.

And as we drift into sleep, I feel something I’ve never felt before. A closeness that isn’t merely physical. A connection that defies the fact that we’ve only just met. A sensation that can only come from the most euphoric of feelings: belonging.

I'll see you later, he says, and as he does, he runs his finger briefly over my wrist. It passes over me like air, and makes me shiver like a kiss.