The Venn Diagram Of Boys Who Don’t

I Do Love You And What Else Matters But That

Sunlight Feels Warm And Rough Against Your Skin Like A Kiss On The Cheek From Your Dad.

How Are The Eyes?' 'oh, Excellent,' He Said. 'i Mean, They're Not In My Head Is The Only Problem.' 'awesome, Yeah,' Gus Said. 'not To One-up You Or Anything, But My Body Is Made Out Of Cancer.' 'so I Heard,' Issac Said, Trying Not To Let It Get To Him. He Fumbled Toward Gus's Hand And Found Only His Thigh. 'i'm Taken,' Gus Said.

He Liked The Mere Act Of Reading, The Magic Of Turning Scratches On A Page Into Words Inside His Head.

It Is Worth It To Leave Behing My Minor Life For Grander Maybes.