The Dead Romantics

Some things no one would ever understand. Could never understand.

was chewing on the inside of his cheek, as if to keep himself from laughing, and I felt my heart sink then. Some things you just couldn’t tell even the people you loved the most

I nodded, swirling my wine around in my glass. “Dad and I’ve danced with them in the funeral parlor.”

“What’re you doing up here, bunny?”

That there was love, true and fierce and loyal, in a world where like called to like . . . and I was no longer the rule.

wanted to go back. To pretend that there was true love waiting for me somewhere out in the world.

Those weren’t written for me. I wasn’t the exception.

Just quiet art, spoken to quiet people to appreciate.

There really wasn’t a sight like it.

think it was the stars. I missed the stars too much. Especially the way they looked from the brick steps of my parents’ front porch.