Some Infinities Are Bigger Than

It Was Not Enough To Be The Last Guy She Kissed. I Wanted To Be The Last One She Loved. And I Knew I Wasn’t. I Knew It, And I Hated Her For It. I Hated Her For Not Caring About Me. I Hated Her For Leaving That Night, And I Hated Myself , Too, Not Only Because I Let Her Go But Because If I Had Been Enough For Her, She Wouldn’t Have Even Wanted To Leave. She Would Have Just Lain With Me And Talked And Cried, And I Would Have Listened And Kissed At Her Tears As They Pooled In Her Eyes.

I Hadn’t Read A Real Series Like That Since I Was A Kid, And It Was Exciting To Live Again In An Infinite Fiction.

I'm Not Saying That Everything Is Survivable. Just That Everything Except The Last Thing Is.

I Thought Being An Adult Meant Knowing What You Believe, But That Has Not Been My Experience.

I Kept It For Myself Like A Keepsake, As If Sharing The Memory Might Lead To Its Dissipation.