“My skin hungered for you. You were warm, and alive, and in my bed, and I wanted you so bad I could feel the ripple of need on the pads of my fingertips, on the palms of my hands, on… — Julio-Alexi Genao Copy Share Image
“You won't remember me. You won't need me anymore. You will leave me again. I forgive you. I forgave you. I will always forgive… — Julio-Alexi Genao Copy Share Image
“this world is larger than your heart still larger than your pain— but know this: everything ends so let what remains of us all… — Julio-Alexi Genao Copy Share Image
“Not your distress. Never that. I loved— I loved being there. Next to you. The pile of limbs that was Us. Together in the… — Julio-Alexi Genao Copy Share Image
“You’re safe, here.” “But you are not,” you whispered. “Not ever. I forget. I forget and then I’ll—I could kill you.” When I didn’t… — Julio-Alexi Genao Copy Share Image
“I’d removed all but my underclothes, that night I took you home. Took off all the drab corporate synthetics as if stripping my armor… — Julio-Alexi Genao Copy Share Image
“I wanted to take your hand into mine and kiss it. I never dared.” — Julio-Alexi Genao Copy Share Image
“You should know that for a little while, you were not alone. Not alone.” — Julio-Alexi Genao Copy Share Image
“It's like a—like a video panel, you know that? Your face. I don’t think you realize how much of what happens inside you that… — Julio-Alexi Genao Copy Share Image
“All the enormous machines that keep full Citizens comfortable far above us in their glittering towers, all the infrastructure of power, of fuel, of… — Julio-Alexi Genao Copy Share Image
“I loved you even when you forgot me. And—for a little while—you loved me back.” — Julio-Alexi Genao Copy Share Image
“But it turns out Joy is a house built from the same bricks as Sorrow. Pleasure is a poem, and it uses the same… — Julio-Alexi Genao Copy Share Image
“The second day, I watched you suffer through one of your nightmares, but this one was worse than I’d seen before. You called out… — Julio-Alexi Genao Copy Share Image
“For one unbelievable moment, the emptiness— the ache —that terrible hollow of desolation I’d lived with all this time was just – gone.” — Julio-Alexi Genao Copy Share Image
