You Better Not Cry

Christmas miracles; longed for them even. New Yorkers, nonetheless

My love for Christmas had nothing to do with the birth of Jesus. It was the lights. It was the fact that grown people really did believe in

I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Not hiding, not sneaking, and not waiting. I want everything and I want it only with you.”

But I had loved George approximately twelve minutes after we met

Acceptance, when it comes, arrives in waves: Listen with your chest. You will feel a pendulum swing within you, favoring one direction or another. And that is your answer. The answer is always inside your chest. The right choice weighs more. That’s how you know. It causes you to lean in its direction.

I thought, I don’t know who he is, but I know he is mine

I knew this: there was only one of him in the world

Attraction is our glue

I may not have known the facts of him; I couldn’t have told you his favorite color, his birthday, or how he liked his coffee. I couldn’t have said if he was a Republican or a Democrat or whether he was allergic to cats; but I knew the him of him

To pepromenon phugein adunaton.”

It’s impossible to escape from what is destined

“I would use it to light the house on fire after I opened your Cross pen set for ladies.”