Don't you miss it?" I say. "Being free." He laughs.
Maybe hope isn't the most dangerous thing a person can have. Maybe love is.
Give me time" "For you, always.
So many of the things I've wanted are the things I've been taught to fear.
I stare at her collarbone that's framed with lace, the hollow of her throat, her shoulders that rise with each rise with the weight of her next breath. We're fragile things. Our bones show through our skin. What would any god want with us?
It doesn't matter how much his mother loves him; love is not enough to keep any of us alive.