People are like houses. They could open their doors. You could walk through their rooms and touch the objects hidden in their corners. But something--the structure, the wiring, the invisible mechanism that kept the whole thing standing--remai ned invisible, suggested only by the fact of its existing at all.

The Story of Solomon is the only way I know how to explain. And then, in smaller letters: Forgive me.

it seemed a lifetime ago i'd lain in bed with Lena and felt her breath tickling my chin and held her while she slept, felt her heart beating through her skin to mine. it was a lifetime ago. everything was different.

For a split second, he had looked almost like my Alex again.

It's funny how you can know your friends so well, but you still end up playing the same games with them.

Be honest: Are you surprised that I didn't realize sooner? Are you surprised that it took me so long to even /think/ the word -- death? Dying? Dead? Do you think I was being stupid? Naive? Try not to judge. Remember that we're the same, you and me. I thought I would live forever too.

You don't reach points in life at which everything is sorted out for us. I believe in endings that should suggest our stories always continue.