I can’t tell you. I can’t tell you of all people. Throughout my life you were the one person I could turn to. The one person I could always count on to understand. And now that I’ve lost you, I’ve lost everything.

He is my soul mate, my fresh air, the reason I look forward to getting up every morning.

Do I realy regret that night? That one moment of joy beyond compare – some people never experience it in a lifetime. But the downside to that taste of pure happiness is that,like a drug, a glimmer of paradise, it leaves you craving more.

The words fire from my mouth like bullets, ricocheting off the walls before I can even register what I'm saying.

Never before have I imagined my life without him—like this house, he is my only point of reference in this difficult existence, this unstable and frightening world. The thought of his leaving home fills me with a terror so strong, it takes my breath away. I feel like one of those seagulls covered in oil from a spill, drowning in a black tar of fear.

Before there was anything, there was Lochan.

This is the definition of happiness: a whole day stretching out ahead of me, beautiful in its emptiness and simplicity.