That whole week, we started to divide things into those two categories: anything or something. A piece of jewelry bougth at a department store: anything. A piece of jewelry made by hand: something. A dollar: anything. A sand dollar: something. A gift certificate: anything. An IOU for two hours of starwatching: something. A drunk kiss at a party: anything. A sober kiss alone in a park: something.
I find myself looking into people’s eyes more than I ever did before. And I realize, that’s where we stop being a certain gender or color. Just look right into the center of the eye.
The thing about possibilities: there are some you want much more than others. Or only one you want much more than everything else.
You can be naked with someone and remain unknowable. You can be someone’s secret without ever knowing what the full secret is. You can know he’s even more scared than you are, but that doesn’t make you any less scared yourself.
So many of us had to make our own families. So many of us had to pretend when we were home. So many of us had to leave. But every single one of us wishes we hadn’t had to. Every single one of us wishes our family had acted like our family, that even when we found a new family, we hadn’t had to leave the other one behind. Every single one of us would have loved to have been loved unconditionally by our parents.
When I leave my own house, there’s always a part of me that stays behind, waiting for me to get back. That’s what makes it my home – that feeling that a part of me is always waiting for me there.
I hope someday you will find me and remember what I once meant to you.
Maybe this is what we’ve needed all along. Distance from everything else, and closeness to each other.
Fade to black. Or whatever color you like. If you can find a way to fade to pink or purple, please do.
Maybe this is what alone really is – finding out how tiny your world is, and not knowing how to get anywhere else.
I have always found peace among books.
Although it is such a singular word, there are many variations of alone. There is the alone of an empty beach at twilight. There is the alone of an empty hotel room. There is the alone of being caught in a throng of people. There is the alone of missing a particular person. And there is the alone of being with a particular person and realizing you are still alone.
Sometimes you make plans. Sometimes plans make themselves.
Max is a marvel to us. He will never have to come out because he will never have been kept in. Even though he has a mom and a dad, they made sure from the beginning to tell him that it didn’t have to be a mom and a dad. It could be a mom and a mom, a dad and a dad, just a mom, or just a dad. When Max’s early affections became clear, he didn’t think twice about them. He doesn’t see it as defining him. It is just a part of his definition.
As that famous homosexual Winston Churchill once said, if you find yourself heartbroken, keep walking.
There’s something wrong when there’s nothing wrong.
The idea that two is the ideal, and that one is only good as half of two. You are not a half, and you should never treat someone else like a half.
At the next song switch, I hang back. I want to see this as well as be a part of it. I want to remember it for what it is. I am amazed by the love I feel for so many people. I am amazed at the randomness, the comedy, and the faith that brings us all together and makes us hold on. I open myself wide to take it all in. The scene plays out like a rhapsody.
This should be the most homoerotically charged baseball dance number since “I Don’t Dance” in High School Musical 2.
What an idiot Santa is for flying around alone. Because who would want to travel the world without another person’s heartbeat beside him?