The Gravity Between Us

After all, it's the people you care about the most who can cut you the deepest.

It isn't as simple as a fascination of the flesh. It's everything about her that I love: her intelligence, her ambition, her talent, her sense of humor, her dependability, her kindness.

We have an undeniable connection that's more intense than 10,000 Kelvin heat, more dynamic than seismic activity. It's like there's gravity between us - she's the only thing anchoring me to the world, keeping me from floating off into the upper stratosphere and getting lost in space.

Acknowledging that my biological imperative may not include the drive to procreate, that I just might be attracted to XX chromosomes instead of XY? That's so stupid-minor in comparison to the fact that I might actually be in love for the first time in my life. It's with a girl...so what? Lesbian, bisexual, whatever! Thus isn't about categorisation or chromosomes. This is about how I feel about another person.

I guess it doesn’t matter how well you think you know someone, there’s always a fear that they’ll abandon you. After all, it’s the people you care about the most who can cut you the deepest.

Music. This is how I bleed.

Some problems can't be solved by talking about them.

Deep down inside you always know when it’s the one, even if it’s hard to tell at first. Or hard to accept

I'm holding out hope for a girl who will never, ever have a romantic feeling for me as long as she lives. It's foolish, really, that I'm prepared to die alone when I know for a fact there's a sea of lesbians somewhere I could be swimming in.

Gee, Mom, thanks for the cupcake. By the way, I'm a raging lesbian.

I think I’m gay.” “Yeah? That’s awesome. Maybe we can do this again sometime,” she jokes.

What are you waiting for?” She grins. “Kiss me.” And I do—for a very, very long time.

She laughs a sweet, throaty laugh, and my heartstrings come undone. I realize at that moment how completely helpless I am against her. She’s like a cyclone, this fascinating yet deadly force of nature that carves a path straight through my defenses no matter how hard I try to fortify them. So, why do I bother trying at all? I’m not sure if I’m ready to be swept away. I’m not ready to leave the sorry, little shelter I’ve built myself. Once I step into the storm, everything changes.

That’s the trouble with life. It’s merely a series of moments, each one completely different from the last.

Kendall, you're my daughter. I could never hate you. I will always love you and be proud of you. Unless you were to become a career criminal, then I probably wouldn't be so proud.

Just say no, Payton, like you would crack cocaine!

I slip into the back seat, and the car starts down the road. I watch her through the rear window, shrinking as the distance between us grows.