I wished it was raining," he said.
"I don't need the rain," I said. "I need you.

Try it again," I said. "Kiss me."
"No," he said.
"Kiss me."
"No," And then he smiled. "You kiss me."
I placed my hand on the back of his neck. I pulled him toward me. And kissed him. I kissed him. And I kissed him. And I kissed him. And I kissed him. And he kept kissing me back.

You belong everywhere you go. That’s just how you are.

He tried not to laugh, but he wasn't good at controlling all the laughter that lived inside of him.

I wonder if he’d been as beautiful as Dante. And I wondered why I thought that.

One summer night I fell asleep hoping the world would be different when I woke. In the morning, when I opened my eyes, the world was the same.