Books are easily destroyed. But words will live as long as people can remember them.

I want your mind. Your strength. I want to be worth your time.

I spent my life folded between the pages of books. In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters.

His lips soften into a smile that cracks apart my spine. He repeats my name like the word amuses him. Entertains him. Delights him. In seventeen years no one has said my name like that

All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.

You are moody. It’s always ‘Shut up, Kenji.’ ‘Go to sleep, Kenji.’ ‘No one wants to see you naked, Kenji.’ When I know for a fact that there are thousands of people who would love to see me naked—

I'm wondering how many more mistakes I'll have to make before things finally fall into place. If they ever will.