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First published March 4, 2025
⋆𐙚₊˚⊹“But with you, Len, when I met you … I sort of feel like I met myself.” ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹
⋆˚⊹“Grief … it’s not like any other emotion. It is utterly discombobulating. Among many other things.”⋆˚⊹
⭑.ᐟ “Look, Lenny. From where I’m sitting you are someone who needs friends to be happy. People are your fuel.”
⋆˚⊹“And saying ‘my friend died’ doesn’t convey what really—she was my sister. No. My A-team. My other half. And I’m so fucking stupid because I didn’t realize she was my whole life until she was gone.”⋆˚⊹
⭑.ᐟ “I want to be someone they can rely on. Who they like having around.”
⋆˚⊹“Yeah, that’s right. You need strong. You need someone who can stop you from fighting large men on the street. You need someone who can wade in and pull you out of the swamp if you need me to. And I can be that person.”⋆˚⊹
⋆˚⊹“He treats you well?”
“Mom, he walked into hell and dragged me back out.”⋆˚⊹
“I’m not sleeping.”
“You always say that when I catch you sleeping.”
“I’m never sleeping when I close my eyes like this with you.”
“Then what are you doing?” He pauses and I think he might not answer. But then he says, “I’m committing the moment to memory.”
“Oh, buddy. You think you can embarrass me by calling me a name? Bitch, I regularly weep in public. There is nothing you can do that’ll scare me!”
“He thinks he’s the boss of me? No. I’m the boss of him. And I’m going to take charge and do the sex!”
“I want, very badly, to see him crawl toward me again. I scoot back, spread my legs, bite my lip. (...) Again, I pull back from him, scooting backward. Again, he crawls toward me. This time, a glint in his eye.”
“And this journey through grief…It’s what we do for the great loves of our lives.”
“Maybe I’ve been trapped in a painting all along. Smeared and brilliantly applied. Every colour is from the eye of someone who knows exactly what the hell they’re doing. I’m uncontainable. I’ve just cracked the code. How to live a perfect existence: just embrace it all, every lovely/excruciating colour.”
“He walked into hell and dragged me back out.”
“I’m never sleeping when I close my eyes like this with you.”
“Then what are you doing?”
He pauses and I think he might not answer. But then he says, “I’m committing the moment to memory.”
“There’s only you, Lenny. Every time … it’s just you.”
"He treats you well?"
"Mom, he walked into hell and dragged me back out.”
“Life is so fucking hard sometimes, every once in a while, you get a win.”
”I’m never sleeping when I close my eyes like this with you.”
“Then what are you doing?”
“Committing the moment to memory.”
” why do people put their lips together when they’re in love? Has never made more sense. Because of him. Because of this moment. Because miles would turn life inside out just to make me okay. And if hr gets to be the man who kisses me, well, what wouldn’t he do? And i’ll never have to know the answer to that.
” why should I Be sacred of kissing you miles? I’d just be getting even closer to the safest place in the whole world.”
”he treats you well?”
“Mom, he walked into hell and dragged me back out”
”hey! I love looking at you. Looking at you is one if my favorite things to do in the world”
“Grief is a relationship. It’s the way we figure out how to keep loving them even though they’re gone. And in order to do that we have to keep on going. And going and going […] And this journey through grief…It’s what we do for the great loves of our lives.”
“Grieving… that’s the only thing that I can… I can’t just get over her death, Miles. I can’t… I have to feel the grief. How could I ever get used to her being gone? It makes me sick. How could I do that to her? […] I can’t heal, Miles! Grieving her…it’s the only connection…it’s how I hold on to her.”
“Grief…it’s not like any other emotion. It is utterly discombobulating. Among many other things.”
“Time heals all wounds, they say. Well, I can picture myself in ten years. It’s crystal clear. I’m still sitting on this curb, utterly disoriented that I’m the one still alive and she’s still gone.”
“But the thing about losing the person you love the most on earth is — somehow you still have to do mundane things like tie your shoes and make enough money to continue to exist in this punishing world.”
“So I cry. Good and hard for a long time. New friends are exhilirating, but they’re also exhausting. I've spent the entire day pretending I'm not bleeding on the inside.”
“She knew, Miles. She knew that there isn’t actually a checklist for learning to live again. She knew that some days you do it and some days you don’t.”
“You are not betraying her by healing. You are honoring her. You are learning to love her exactly as she is. As someone who isn’t here anymore…That’s who she is now.”
“The only way out is through. Miles survived his own hell and learned that lesson. It’s the hard way or bust for his. There’s no discomfort he won’t push through to just keep on living and living.”
“Lenny. Thank you for calling me. For calling when you needed me.”
“Lenny, I'll do anything you ask me to.”
“Every time I fall in love with you there’s lightning.”
“There’s only you, Lenny. Every time…it’s just you […]”
“Mom, he walked into hell and dragged me back out.”
“Lenny, when I look at your face, I feel like I'm finally home after a really long day at work.”
“But with you, Len, when I met you…I sort of feel like I met myself. Not that I didn’t know myself before…it’s more like, after my mom and Anders died I was just so injured that I couldn’t do anything but survive. It got better little by little, but I was still the guy with the tragic backstory. Everyone was always very careful. And then I moved here and met you. And you… let me help you. I got to remember what it feels like to give. And you’re not in the least bit careful with me. Which…yeah. Feels good. You helped me remember how to feel strong. Healthy. Needed. I didn’t know I could feel like that anymore.”
“We slip and slide and walk like ducks, white-knuckling each other’s coats. We are side by side, sweating and freezing at the same time, laughing and yelping, both terrified of falling and exhilarated with every step we take toward home. Toward whatever comes next. And if that isn’t living, then I don’t know what is.”
“[…] happily sobbing because life is so fucking hard and sometimes, every once in a while, you get a win.”
“How do we make this less weird?” I ask, shaking my hands out and starting to pace.
“For starters you could come over here.”
“Not yet. I think we need to get super horned up first. I wish this were a porn, then the sex would just happen like bam!” An idea strikes and I freeze halfway through one lap of his bedroom. “Should I pretend you’re my stepbrother? They do that in porn.”
“Oh, my God.”
“Or I could be your high school teacher?”
Heavy sigh.
“Ooh! I know, I’ll just get on all fours and you can do me from the back. Then we wouldn’t even have to look at each other.”
“it’s hard-won wisdom. a formula i figured out in my dark days. one i still need sometimes. when everything is going dark and you can’t understand why…when the grief catches up to you again…or when your sister shouts at you and you feel like the world’s biggest tool. just remember. something good for you, something bad for you, and a change of scenery. that’s the winning formula.”
“Home is where the heart is. My heart died in a cancer ward six months ago.”
“If you need to cross things off your list to survive, I'll do that. I can carry someone on my back if I have to.”
⁀ ⊹ ₊ “Lenny, when I look at your face, I feel like I’m finally home after a really long day at work.”
⁀ ⊹ ₊ I like to take care of you.
⁀ ⊹ ₊ “There’s only you, Lenny. Every time . . . it’s just you,” he says, muffled as he kisses me. “And you.” He kisses me again. “And you.”
“My mom asked me if you treat me well, Miles. You know what I said to her?”
“What’s that,” he says in a low, husky voice. “I said that you walked into hell and dragged me back out.”
“You need someone who can wade in and pull you out of the swamp if you need me to. And I can be that person.”
“So you’ll come with me if I ask?”
His eyes pierce me in the shadows of the kitchen. “Lenny, I’ll do anything you ask me to.”
I take Miles by the hoodie strings again , bringing his attention back to me and only me. “Every time I fall in love with you there’s lightning.”
He closes his eyes, opens them and there’s his brilliant love. “There’s only you, Lenny. Every time … it’s just you,” he says, muffled as he kisses me. “And you.” He kisses me again. “And you.”
“You are not betraying her by healing,” he whispers directly into my ear. “You are honoring her. You are learning to love her exactly as she is. As someone who isn’t here anymore… That’s who she is now. And this journey through grief… It’s what we do for the great loves of our lives.”