"Tell me again about the scar on the back of your knee, the one you got falling out of a tree house at ten years old and how it’s shaped like a four leaf clover. The grown-ups keep telling us to stop romanticizing our lives as a coping mechanism, but isn’t it so much easier to live in a world we’re in love with? It’s okay that it will never love us back. My mother was trimming the hedges in our yard the other day and accidentally slit the sky’s throat — I’d never seen a sunset more beautiful. Listen. All I want to do is move you without having to physically touch you. I am tired of writing about your skin."