But I'll say this, if what looks like the facts of the matter are conflicting with your feelings, then you need more information before deciding

I try to be rational and suppress the hope that this is for real, but hope has a way of closing its eyes to reason and it just keeps growing.

I've been known to slum it and shop in the gag-him-and-bag-him aisles, believe it or not.

I suppose love is never a sure thing, no matter what words are spoken. Love requires a leap of faith into the abyss, every time.

The key to lying skillfully is never lie to yourself.

I want it to be better than okay. You deserve better than okay.

We talked--recent history only--and Lucas relayed the story of how Francis came to be his roommate. "He showed up at the door one night, demanding to be let in. Napped on the sofa for an hour, then demanded to be let out. It turned into a nightly ritual, with him staying longer and longer, until at some point I realized he'd moved in. He's basically the most brazen squatter ever.