I'm not a very happy person," I told him."But sometimes I can trick myself into thinking I am.

In my experience, desire is desire, love is love.

We pencil-sketch our previous life so we can contrast it to the technicolor of the moment.

I would always wait to take you home.

The boy I loved didn't know I existed. Then again, he was obsessed with Camus, so he didn't know if any of us existed.

It daunted me that you were so beautiful, that you were so at ease in social situations, as if every room was heliotropic, with you at the center. And I guess it daunted you that I had so many more friends than you, that I could put my words together like this, on paper, and could sometimes conjure a certain sense out of things. The key is to never recognize these imbalances. To not let the dauntingness daunt us.

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