“The sun is perfect and you woke this morning. You have enough language in your mouth to be understood. You have a name, and someone wants to call it. Five fingers on your hand and someone wants to hold it. If we just start there, every beautiful thing that has and will ever exist is possible. If we start there, everything, for a moment, is right in the world.”
I want to tell him that us being friends hurts a hell of a lot more than us being lovers who loved then hated each other because as lovers, at least we loved strong enough to burn hotter than the sun at noon.