How many times had I let myself connect with someone only to have it thrown back in my face?

Because our lies matched. It was a sign.

That's what I love about poetry. The more abstract, the better. The stuff where you're not sure what the poet's talking about. You may have an idea, but you can't be sure. Not a hundred percent. Each word, specifically chosen, could have a million different meanings.

Every reader is different. There's no book that's inappropriate for every person, but there are people who cannot handle everything.

Josh will begin disappearing into a future where the only place he and I remain friends is on the Internet.

You need to figure out what you want, Josh. If that means you need to swim against the tide to get it, at least youre aiming for something that could make you very happy.

If my love were an ocean, there would be no more land. If my love were a desert, you would see only sand. If my love were a star- late at night, only light. And if my love could grow wings, I'd be soaring in flight.