For someone to be perfect, they must be real, however imperfect they are.

Even when I press against him his presence is too far away.

The bacteria of resentment bred: distance turned to distrust; distrust turned to bitterness; bitterness to hate, which is, after all, a kind of grievous love

These are the things you don’t say, even to someone you love.

Leo is looking down. Leo is looking down and his eyes and skin and hair like dark melted chocolate and he’s saying to me, "Hello.