Matters of the heart were important, but people tended to put too much stock in the particular organ when, in retrospect, it was only tissue. It pumped blood and the body couldn’t live without it, sure, but it had no actual bearing on love. The soul was what made a person distinct—the part that lived on after death, how one being connected to another, and what bound essence.

Considering she’d just blown his gray matter into the ether, he was screwed.

Orgasms are a myth. Like good credit scores.

He bit back a weary sigh and tried to remember strangling her would solve squat.

I loved you as a boy and fell in love with you as a man. You’re in here so deep that there is no you, no me. Only us.