Pride Blinds People To The Truth Of

I Reach Out And Take His Hand. His Fingers Slide Between Mine. I Can't Breathe.

We're All Right, You Know,' He Says Quietly. 'you And Me. Okay?' My Chest Aches, And I Nod. 'nothing Else Is All Right.' His Whisper Tickles My Cheek. 'but We Are.

You Were Afraid Of Shooting People?" "no," I Say. "i Was Afraid Of My Considerable Capacity To Kill." How Many Young Men Fear That There Is A Monster Inside Of Them?

I Think About Pressing Myself Against Him, But I Can't, Because All Our Secrets Would Keep A Space Between Us.

Being Selfless Is Not That Different From Being Brave. It Is When You Are Selfless That You Are The Bravest.