I wish I could feel your warmth, as easily as I feel his. But I don’t. I feel fear. I hear fear telling me I’m a body, that’s all. & the boy I love is a body. & bodies die. No other world, no return to this world in another form. (Annihilation.) It isn’t that I didn’t think these were the facts before. It’s that now, he’s here. I have to try harder. Believe the facts could be at least a little wrong. Please, something. Some magic, real as this ripe life with him.
