He says, “I know we don’t know each
other, but I think I love you.”
He says, “Not love in the creepy way.”
He says, “I’m not IN love with you, I
just love you, even though you’re a stranger.”
He says, “I love you.”
He says, "I'm so happy to know you."
He says, "I think the world of your writing."
He says, "I'm so happy to know you."
He says, "I think the world of your writing."
He says, “I will sit with you here on
all of your bad days.”
He says, “I will sit with you here
even on the days when you smoke three cigarettes.”
He says, “Talk to me.”
He says, “You’re an adult now. You
don’t need to hide at the playground anymore.”
He says, “Maybe I should skip work
and stay with you in New York.”
He says, “If there’s a blizzard,
maybe I can be here for an extra week.”
He says, “We should live together.”
He says, “Okay, at least let me give
you keys to my apartment.”
He says, “I’m so glad you moved home.”
He says, “I want you to meet my
mother, my grandmother, my best friend.”
He says, “I think my dad would like
you.”
He says, “Everyone tells me that I
smile more when I’m with you.”
He says, “I’ve never been this
comfortable with anyone.”
He says, “I want you to treat my home
like it’s your own.”
He says, “I love the way you feel.”
He says, “Of course I’ll come over if
you’re scared of the dark.”
But then he says, “I’m on the fence
about you.”
He says, “I started resenting you two
weeks ago.”
He says, “I didn’t tell you because I
was trying to force myself to feel something.”
He says, “I don’t want to say I don’t
love you anymore, because it makes me sad, so I won’t say it.”
He says, “I’m going to leave now,
okay?”
He says, “I don’t want to be your
only source of light.”
I grab his chin. I hold his face
close to mine, bite the scruff along his jaw line.
I say, “You’re the worst kind of coward.”
I say, “Do you really think you’re my
only source of light?”
I say, “You’re not.”
I say, “You might be the sun. But I’m
the whole entire galaxy.”
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