“We didn’t go to this war.
We didn’t have to hide to have sex.
Our good fortune allowed us to feel a sadness that
our parents didn’t have time for and a happiness I never saw with them.”
-Oliver Fields, Beginners
I had my lion. Now I've got a giraffe/lion hybrid. Sometimes it just feels good not to be alone. Sometimes just having a little pile of someone else's belongings in your house makes you feel alright. Somehow that little act makes everything right in the world, and proves that you must belong to somebody (even if just a little bit).