Maybe I was naïve to think that silence was implicit complacence, instead of a festering question. Maybe I was silly to believe that friends owed each other anything.

Believe me, Being gay is not a choice. Noone would choose to make life harder than it has to be.

Seeing her sitting there unresponsive makes me realize that silence has a sound.

I'm not saying you did the wrong thing. I'm not even saying it wasn't something I'd thought of doing, myself. But even if it was the just thing to do, or the fitting thing, it still wasn't the right thing.

When someone loves you up one side and down the other like that, you make every effort to stick around.

Everyone has a book inside of them - but it doesn't do any good until you pry it out.

You couldn't have strength without weakness, you couldn't have light without dark, you couldn't have love without loss