No One Belongs Here More Than You

by Miranda July

It’s not your fault. Perhaps this was really the only thing I had ever wanted to say to anyone, and be told.

You seem incredibly faraway to me, like someone on the other side of a lake. A dot so small that it isn’t male or female or young or old; it is just smiling.

We come from long lines of people destined never to meet.

That day I carried the dream around like a full glass of water, moving gracefully so I would not lose any of it.

Life is just this way, broken, and I am crazy to hope for something else.

We had loved people we really shouldn’t have loved and then married other people in order to forget our impossible loves, or we had once called out hello into the cauldron of the world and then run away before anyone could respond.

What a terrible mistake to let go of something wonderful for something real.