Love Is The Only Thing In The

For A Split Second, He Had Looked Almost Like My Alex Again.

In One Of The Tents, Julian Is Sleeping. And In Another: Alex

How Can Someone Have The Power To Shatter You To Dust--and Also To Make You Feel So Whole?

Now, After So Many Years, I Understand What The Coldness Was And Where It Came From—this Sense That Everything Is Lost, And Worthless, And Meaningless.

Love: A Single Word, A Wispy Thing, A Word No Bigger Or Longer Than An Edge. That's What It Is: An Edge; A Razor. It Draws Up Through The Center Of Your Life, Cutting Everything In Two. Before And After. The Rest Of The World Falls Away On Either Side.