The unwarranted devotion. Putting up with the fear of being with the wrong person because you can't deal with the fear of being alone. The hope tinged with doubt, and the doubt tinged with hope. Every time I see these feelings in someone else's face, it weighs me down.

We wish we could have been there for you. We didn't have many role models of our own--we latched on to the foolish love of Oscar Wilde and the well-versed longing of Walt Whitman because nobody else was there to show us an untortured path. We were going to be your role models. We were going to give you art and music and confidence and shelter and a much better world. Those who survived lived to do this. But we haven't been there for you. We've been here. Watching as you become the role models.

Measure the hope of that moment, that feeling. Everything else will be measured against it.

It's the way you say thank you like you're genuinely thankful. I have never met anyone else who does that on a regular basis.

Slowly would be better than not at all.

I wake up thinking of yesterday. The joy is in remembering; the pain is in knowing it was yesterday.

They don’t have silences together; they have noise. Mostly his.