Red, White & Royal Blue

by Casey McQuiston

Straight people, he thinks, probably don’t spend this much time convincing themselves they’re straight.

“Someone else’s choice doesn’t change who you are.”

The phrase “see attached bibliography” is the single sexiest thing you have ever written to me.

Should I tell you that when we’re apart, your body comes back to me in dreams? That when I sleep, I see you, the dip of your waist, the freckle above your hip, and when I wake up in the morning, it feels like I’ve just been with you, the phantom touch of your hand on the back of my neck fresh and not imagined? That I can feel your skin against mine, and it makes every bone in my body ache? That, for a few moments, I can hold my breath and be back there with you, in a dream, in a thousand rooms, nowhere at all?

Tho I long for the actual sunlight contact between us I miss you like a home. Shine back honey & think of me.

My birthright is a country, not happiness.”

With me it is quite stark: I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal.

You love so much bigger than yourself, bigger than everything.