Actually, you said Love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. It’s like a religion. It’s terrifying. No one will ever want to sleep with you.

We can do anything. It’s not because our hearts are large, they’re not, it’s what we struggle with. The attempt to say Come over. Bring your friends. It’s a potluck, I’m making pork chops, I’m making those long noodles you love so much.

Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. These, our bodies, possessed by light. Tell me we'll never get used to it.

If you love me, Henry, you don’t love me in a way I understand.

Tell me we're dead and I'll love you even more.

The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I’m alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling.

Everyone needs a place. It shouldn't be inside of someone else.