
I guess my passion for writing is the only one that has stayed with me since you left—you pretty much took everything.
—to be seen yet remain hidden.

I met you when I was 15.We made a promise when I was 16.We lost our connection when I was 17.I found out you were not straight when I was 18.I saw you again now that I’m 19.I’m turning 20 next month; how about now?