Funny Story

“You were gone,” he murmurs.

“Now I’m back,” I whisper.

People can change, I think.

I’m changing.

And it makes being around you feel like—like standing in sunlight.”

Here, tonight, though, I’m in the center of everything. This moment, though fleeting, belongs to me too.

To him, he’s the brother who ran away. To her, he’s the one who stays, even when he shouldn’t.

and I do my best to feel content, to be just another person at the edge of his glow.

Feelings are like weather. They just happen, and then they pass.”

Senior, here, has a different connotation entirely. We’re probably one of three couples here who don’t remember the day of the first lunar landing.

He is so obviously pleased that I can’t help but feel a crush of affection for him.

Unless it was major depressive episode.”