At least, the sun had the decency to stay the hell away from us.

We were all heading for each other on a collision course, no matter what. Maybe some people are just meant to be in the same story.

The first thing I notice is the sky, so full of blue and the kind of brilliant white clouds that make you ecstatic to have eyes. Nothing can go wrong under this sky.

He murmers into my hair, "Forget what I said earlier, let's stick with this, I might not survive anything more." I laugh. Then he jumps up, finds my wrists, and pins them over my head. "Yeah, right. Totally joking, I want to do everything with you, whenever you're ready, I'm the one, promise?" He's above me, batting and grinning like a total hooplehead. "I promise," I say. "Good. Glad that's decided." He raises an eyebrow. "I'm going to deflower you, John Lennon.

I didn't know love felt like this, like turning into brightness.

We wish with our hands, that's what we do as artists.

Someone might as well roll up the whole sky, pack it away for good.