Of course I tensed up when he touched me. To be with him was to hurt him-inevitably. And that's what I'd felt as he reached for me: I'd felt as though I were committing an act of violence against him, because I was.

All sorts of yayness floods my brain. Love is such a drug.

My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.

We were very different, and we disagreed about a lot of things, but he was always so interesting, you know?

There are always answers. We just have to be smart enough.

You can't just make me different and then leave. You can't. You can't change me and make my whole life centered around you, then leave.

You are so busy being YOU that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.