You Must Hurt, Or Be Hurt.

I Start To Back Away Before I Do Something Wildly Inappropriate, Like Jump On Top Of Him.

The Past Is Nothing But A Weight. It Will Build Inside Of You Like A Stone.

I’m With Julian,” I Say At Last. This, After All, Is What I Have Chosen.

I Wish I Could Close My Eyes And Be Blown Into Dust And Nothingness, Feel All My Thoughts Disperse Like Dandelion Fluff Drifting Off On The Wind. But His Hands Keep Pulling Me Back: Into The Alley, And Portland, And A World That Has Suddenly Stopped Making Sense.

Each Step Is More Difficult Than The Last; The Heaviness Fills Me And Turns My Limbs To Stone. You Must Hurt Or Be Hurt.