I thought it might be a great thing to be the air. I could be something and nothing all at the same time. I could be necessary and also invisible. Everyone would need me and no one would be able to see me.

You belong everywhere you go. That’s just how you are.

Try it again," I said. "Kiss me."
"No," he said.
"Kiss me."
"No," And then he smiled. "You kiss me."
I placed my hand on the back of his neck. I pulled him toward me. And kissed him. I kissed him. And I kissed him. And I kissed him. And I kissed him. And he kept kissing me back.

I wished it was raining," he said.
"I don't need the rain," I said. "I need you.

I wonder if he’d been as beautiful as Dante. And I wondered why I thought that.

I guess I was a mystery even to myself.