I like to believe that love is a reciprocal thing, that it can’t really be felt, truly, by one.
That’s how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.
Don’t get attached to moments. Good or bad, they all pass.
…and when one of them meets the other half, the actual half of himself, whether he be a lover of youth or a lover of another sort, the pair are lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy and one will not be out of the other’s sight, as I may say, even for a moment…
I literally crave affection. It’s not about sex. I crave somebody to cuddle with me, and to lay their head on my lap. I crave kisses, holding hands and running my thumb across theirs. Just looking at someone and thinking “how did I get this lucky”.