Oh, Irrylath,Irrylath, we squaundered our two years together.

I’d give anything if you’d kiss me.” I said. “I mean,” I said when he tilted his head to look at me, his eyes wide in shock, “I’ve kissed guys before. It’s like a handshake...

You pierce me with a look, a word, a gesture. And yet those same weapons could shield me from hurt if you so choose.

For every moment of suffering,Others will arriveThat will instead pierce you with joy.