The truth is, I can think of a thousand things I'd like to post here. Things that drift into my head. But none of it is my own words. So I'll just borrow a few from other people:
"But as my friend Claribel once told me, "Daniel, you could have sex if you want. The only difference between you and those guys having sex is that you have morals and values." That makes me feel better to know. Not that I think having sex is a bad, immoral thing. On the contrary, sex is honestly the most beautiful, intimate act that two people can share with one another. But it can also be quite an ugly thing of power and selfishness. I never want to allow myself to be in a situation where sex could become that."
--Daniel, another Middlebrook resident.
"Our problem with sex is that we haven't had time to spend together this year, and when we have that's what we did. Instead of enjoying each other's company in a more pleutonic way, we were physical. We had sex and lost our friendship."
--Meghan, an old friend who just broke up with Joe, another old friend
and yet, at the same time...
"I want so badly to believe that
"there is truth, that love is real"
And i want life in every word
to the extent that it's absurd
I know you're wise beyond your years,
but do you ever get the fear
That your perfect verse is just a lie
you tell yourself to help you get by?"
--The Postal Service
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