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.

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

I looked at Pip and for a split second I felt as though she was nobody special in the larger scheme of my life. She was just some girl who had tied me to her leg to help her sink when she jumped off the bridge. Then I blinked and was in love with her again.

It was a small thing, but it was a thing, and things have a way of either dying or growing, and it wasn’t dying.