And They Were Roommates

by Page Powars

Maybe, with all these changes, we actually need to forget who we used to be. Instead, we need to work more on learning who we are now.

“What you’re blaming yourself for sounds like your straight-up existence, Charlie,” Xavier adds, “and we’re not gonna hear that.”

“Roses are red. Violets are blue. I’m disappointed that I met you.” “I beg your pardon?” “For violets have become the tint of your eyes and your favorite food, reminding me of who fate keeps bumping me into. Now the lies I’ve whispered to myself are drowned out by the truth”—I take an unsteady breath—“I think I’m falling in love with you.”

“Love is never not scary. It’s a matter of whether you’re enjoying that fear.”