And now I just don’t know who I am. Well, I do know who I am. But mostly I’m becoming someone I don’t know. I don’t know who I’m going to become.

Because we were discovering that the heart could make music. And we were listening to the music of the heart.

A lot of things happened outside the world of words.

“It’s okay to not remember,”

“Oh, Ari, let your sisters love you. Let yourself be loved. For all you know, there’s a long line of people wanting you to let them in.”

Sometimes I had beautiful words living inside of me and I just couldn’t push those words out so that other people could see they were there.

My hobby was feeling my whole body tremble when I thought of him.

It was as if home was everywhere he went—except

God, let his smile be enough.