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It is a sound like loneliness—enough to let you know you’re there, but not enough to fill you with life.

How They Met, and Other Stories

He was beautiful in the way that a breeze is beautiful—the kind of beauty you feel gratitude for.

How They Met, and Other Stories

Love doesn’t have to be on Valentine’s Day. It doesn’t have to be by the time you turn eighteen or thirty-three or fifty-nine. It doesn’t have to conform to whatever is usual. It doesn’t have to be kismet at once, or rhapsody by the third d...

How They Met, and Other Stories

Music is everywhere. It’s in the air between us, waiting to be sung.

How They Met, and Other Stories

Betrayal. Lust. Secrecy. Devotion. I think we do these things to feel more alive. When the truth is that alive is alive -- you can feel it in anything, if you give it a chance.

How They Met, and Other Stories

You wanna-I dunno-get coffee or something sometime?" Justin smiled "Not coffee. But yes." "Not Coffee it is, then." "Yes, Not Coffee.

How They Met, and Other Stories

Most dancers find their confidence in dancing. Right is mere millimeters away from wrong. Failure is always louder than success. But there is an accumulation of all the things you don’t do wrong, and it becomes your confidence. You can even get to ...

How They Met, and Other Stories

Failure is always louder than success. But there is an accumulation of all the things you don’t do wrong, and that becomes your confidence. You can even get to the point where that confidence lasts longer than the dance. Seconds at first. Then minu...

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When you dance, you measure distance as if it’s a solid thing; you make precise judgments every time two bodies exist in relation to each other. So I knew right away the definition of the space between us.

How They Met, and Other Stories

I say good-bye to hope, but I also say good-bye to hope's disappointment.

How They Met, and Other Stories

Enlightenment is scary. Sometimes things look better in the dark.

How They Met, and Other Stories

I once asked Randy how he knew that he had fallen in love with his girlfriend, Amy, and he just looked at me like it was the hardest question in the world. I expected some floral, florid explanation, about the air lightening and flute music filling h...

How They Met, and Other Stories

I tried to put myself in his place, and realized we looked exactly like what we were: a family. These strangely tied together individuals trying desperately to keep both ourselves and one another happy. Succeeding, and failing, and succeeding. When J...

How They Met, and Other Stories

I was seventeen, halfway toward eighteen, and I had learned something nobody had ever taught me: Once you get to a certain age, especially if a driver’s license is involved, you can go a whole day—a whole week, even—without ever seeing your fam...

How They Met, and Other Stories

Maybe fate's arithmetic is so diffuse that it's not arithmetic at all.

How They Met, and Other Stories

I think they would like the songs better if I left out the names, or changed the pronouns.

How They Met, and Other Stories

It was so screwed up, because the thing that made us the most powerless also gave us such power. We could make them turn away. We could bother them and challenge them and mess them up. You think people are afraid of two boys in love? To hell with tha...

How They Met, and Other Stories

I realized I would always be missing something. That no matter what I did, I would always be missing something else. And the only way to live, the only way to be happy, was to make sure the things I didn’t miss meant more to me than the things I mi...

How They Met, and Other Stories