"So he goes and then suddenly the fields are empty, squelched with loneliness, the grass quiet and unemotional. He’s easy to imagine, the way he doesn’t have much skin, so much bone, his insides burning, fouled with love. You smell the fire and you flock, like a fox to an injured deer. But you would rather kiss him than kill him, take him into the den and make a bed for him to sleep. You are mad for the love, mad for the boy. Put a thing like him in your hands and watch the bones bend. The fingers bowing, becoming bars. There’s so much heat in a touch, so much fire when you touch the right person. The body melts, the frame curling, evidence that we all have something that brings us to our knees. You would do anything. And it’s not because you’re weak, you’re not, it’s that you love and that you love hard. Let’s admit something, that there are feelings you still don’t have names for, monsters that crawl from under the bed to sleep next to you. It’s almost beautiful, the way you pull them out of the dark. It’s almost beautiful, how you take the bullet and lodge it further into your chest, how you build cities out of yourself, stretch out the heart and bend the spine to make a bridge so if the boy ever gets lost he could find his way back home. Someone should have told you. You cannot lead a horse, cannot make that horse love you, cannot ask it to stay when you know it was made for the wild. I know how it goes. The heart is possessive and selfish, the body tender and wanting. There is only one thing it craves. Don’t say it. Don’t even bother. Instead, look. See. There are footprints in the dirt and all of them are facing forward. All of them are going. None of them are coming back."
"She said, ‘I’m so afraid.’ And I said, ‘why?,’ and she said, ‘Because I’m so profoundly happy. Happiness like this is frightening.’ I asked her why and she said, ‘They only let you be this happy if they’re preparing to take something from you."
"You can talk with someone for years, everyday, and still, it won’t mean as much as what you can have when you sit in front of someone, not saying a word, yet you feel that person with your heart, you feel like you have known the person for forever…. connections are made with the heart, not the tongue."