The Realm of Possibility

by David Levithan

i can’t pretend to know what love is. it just is.

the things i love will become the things i’ll miss.

i had cataloged his graces while in his mind he had detailed my kindnesses,

i could make a life out of this. i, who have never been prepared.

i don’t know because that had become my answer to everything.

I would rather die trying to know if I could mean something to you

I just lay in my room and reveled in the newfound power that a motion so small could have the full force of fate.

I always manage to find the flaws sometimes in others but mostly my own.

I’ve lost track of where friendship ends and falling begins.