She didn’t know, because I knew she didn’t feel the same way and i was scared she would try to, so I hid it away and encouraged myself to deny it, like a sickly feeling in your gut that you try to pretend isn’t the beginning of food poisoning

She seemed to have so much to her that I felt sad I might never know.

He said they hadn’t understood him because he wasn’t quite the same, and it had taken him until now to know that that was their fault, not his.

I was spilling out around myself and making people uncomfortable, and to realise it made my face feel hot and red.

It was the beginning of an ending. Inside, it was warm.