Okay, maybe this was the meant to be: the universe I knew, loved nothing more than balance.

He looks at one of the pictures for a long time. Then he looks at me. "I'll keep you up here." He taps his temple. "Where you can't get lost.

He can't possibly live up to the person you've built him to be

In the middle of L.A.'s sunny non-winter, I need to sit in a dark closet to feel right.

Someone wake me when it's over When the evening silence softens golden Just lay me on bed of dover Oh, I need help with this burden "Hush

Letting go. Everyone talks about it like it's the easiest thing. Unfurl your fingers one by one until your hand is open.

One day she told me that they'd decided that my gender was divvied into two neat piles-Men and Guys. Basically, all the saints of the world: Men. The jerks, the players, the wet T-shirt contest aficionados? They were Guys.