Love obeys no laws other than its own.

His eyes are the color of honey. These are the eyes I remember from my dreams.

Are you sure that being like everybody else will make you happy?" "I don't know any other way." "Let me show you." And then we're kissing. Or at least, I think we're kissing—I've only seen it done a couple of times, quick closed-mouth pecks at weddings or on formal occasions. But this isn't like anything I've ever seen, or imagined, or even dreamed: this is like music or dancing but better than both.

That's the thing: We didn't really care. A world without love is also a world without stakes.

Less than a month ago all of August still stretched before us - long and golden and reassuring, like an endless period of delicious sleep.

Happiness is found when no one is looking

I think of the quietness of Julian's voice as he said I love you, the steadiness of his rib cage rising and falling against my back, as we sleep.I love you, Julian. But the words don't come.