I am a drifter, and as lonely as that can be, it is also remarkably freeing. I will never define myself in terms of anyone else.

Do you wonder why we wander?” Cal had asked.It was the night of the first snow; you could hear the branches bending and the iciclesfalling outside the window, beyond the wall.They were warmth together. They were hot breath and blankets and wrapping themselvesclose.And Elijah had thought, I wonder why I never kiss you. I wonder what would happen.But he didn't say anything out loud.

This is the power of a kiss: It does not have the power to kill you. But it has the power to bring you to life.

The way you argued with me, you would have thought that we were debating the existence of God or whether or not we should move in together. These kinds of fights can never be won – even if you’re the victor, you’ve hurt the other person, and there has to be some loss associated with that.

I know our nakedness means something. I know our nakedness is as much a form of trust as it a form of craving. This is what we look like when we are completely open to each other. This is where we go when we no longer want to hide.

I will be the one to leave you.

What's gone is gone.

Knit me a sweater out of your best stories. Not the day’s petty injustices. Not the glimmer of a seven-eighths-forgotten moment from your past. Not something that somebody said to somebody, who then told it to you. No, I want a yarn. It doesn’t have to be true. “Okay,” you say. “Do you want to know how I met you?” I nod. “It was on the carousel. You were on the pink horse, I was on the yellow. You

The kiss I like the most is one of the slow ones. It's as much breath as touch, as much no as yes. You lean in from the side, and I have to turn a little to make it happen.