When you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop digging.

It isn't fair how I doubt him, and I wonder if he'll ever gather that my loss of faith extends further than I'd ever known it would, severing lines of trust and leveling my confidence like a city-flattening tornado.

If someone had asked, How does this compare to kissing Kennedy? I would have answered, "Who?"

As we lay in the semi-dark hours later, we faced each other, sharing his pillow. I'd never felt more connected to anyone.

I don't know why it's so hard for me to say those three words. Most guys throw it around like breath, like bait.

No matter what grief or loss takes place, most of life flows on all around us, as though nothing's changed. At some point in our sorrow, we each make a choice to sink or swim. There's no alternative.

I thought about texting Lucas, but what would i say? That I'd tossed and turned all night, thinking of his hands on me?