Do you believe in love after last sight?

Was it worth it? Feeling better for a minute or two, knowing that the cold would still be out there waiting?

It was unbelievable. She was standing there, staring at him like he was a real rock star.

In death, lie. In living, cry. Carry me home to remember to be remembered.

In the wake of my talk with Earl, we had come to a mutual understanding about Lena, the only kind guys ever come to. Meaning, I hadn’t brought it up, and they hadn’t brought it up, and between us, we somehow all agreed to go on like this indefinitely. Don’t ask, don’t tell.

The ways I could hurt her and hurt myself. Those two things were intertwined somehow. It's hard to explain, but when you were as closed off as I was the past few months, opening felt as wrong as stripping naked in church.

Oblivion eyes on a cereal box, the warm blinds of a father lost and last to know lost and last to love last boy lost you can't see even a bubble once it's popped