Dallas is in every single box. He’s the world around the boxes, he’s the boxes, he’s everything. I love my best friend, with his hair and his smile and the body that fits against mine. But his soul could be inside anyone or anything and I’d still need him until the day I die. My thoughts are too big, and I don’t know how to make him understand, because I don’t even understand. The best I can come up with is blurting, “I don’t care.”
