“When I’m with him, everything makes so much sense…when I’m away, it’s so much shit.”

“My soul needs him as much as my lungs need air. So much so that I feel like I’m suffocating just being away from him.”

“And as for girls who try to stay away from me—my charm always wears them down.”“I’m up-to-date on my shots, so I’m pretty much immune to everything.”

“I’m scared because I love you so much sometimes it’s hard to breathe.”

“We can do anything. It’s not becauseour hearts are large, they’re not, it’s what westruggle with. The attempt to say Come over. Bringyour friends. It’s a potluck, I’m making pork chops, I’m makingthose long noodles you love so much.”

“(Actually now I’m remembering that the goodbye chow isn’t spelled that way. It’s ciao or something weird like that. It’s Italian, right? But I’m not an Italian gypsy, I’m a hungry gypsy. So spelling it chow makes total sense.)”