I want to tell her how much she's become the center of my being. But I can't. The words won't come.

And right this second I want to live in ignorant bliss.

You can run from some problems, but then you get caught up in others.

I don't belong here. It doesn't matter, because even if I don't belong in this place, she's here and I want to be where she is.

Just the fact that you need me to prove I love you is probably a clue it isn’t working

Oh, and just so you know, before we go out to the field we all get into a huddle and yell 'Go Queers!' really loud.

Some things need to be left unsaid.