Have you ever felt really close to someone? So close that you can't understand why you and the other person have two separate bodies, two separate skins?

It was like a war inside me; I couldn’t even recognize all the sides. There was one that said, ‘No, this is wrong; you know it’s wrong and bad and sinful,’ and there was another that said, ‘Nothing has ever felt so right and natural and true and good,’ and another that said it was happening too fast, and another that just wanted to stop thinking altogether and fling my arms around Annie and hold her forever. There were other sides, too, but I couldn’t sort them out.

Too much beauty can be hard to bear.

We were what seemed important then, not some label.