This Is Not How It Ends

by Rochelle B. Weinstein

the intangible rush of emotion that makes eye contact feel like fingertips, a subtle word a palm against your skin.

The intoxication of interpersonal chemistry

There’s no charm to any country that dismisses those in need.

Brandon and Jordan, may you know great love. May you fight for it every single day. May you find the person who lights a fire in your soul and makes you want to be a better man. May you understand the sacrifices and compromises that make love complete. May you feel the pain of another, so much so that you learn true empathy and how to share it with others. May you hurt, may you laugh, may you cry, may you understand the rare beauty of giving your heart to another, the joy of sharing life with someone who is always by your side. It will make you physically ache, deliriously happy, but it will be worth every emotion.