In Five Years: A Novel

Love doesn’t require a future.”

If you can reach out and hold the other person’s hand, does the distance matter? Is simply being able to see someone valuable?

“I love you, but I’m sick of being the person who fits in your life but not your… fuck it, your heart.”

Everything I’ve fought against, now made manifest at my very own hands.

Love doesn’t require a future.

But all of that is an hour from now. Now, on the other side of midnight, we do not yet know what is coming. So be it. So let it be.

It is not my gut that leads me to sit down at that table knowing what is coming. It is the truth of what is.

“You mistake love. You think it has to have a future in order to matter, but it doesn’t. It’s the only thing that does not need to become at all. It matters only insofar as it exists. Here. Now.

But the thing about parallel tracks is you can be inches apart, or miles. And lately it feels like the width between David and me is extraordinary. We just didn’t notice because we were still looking at the same horizon. But it dawns on me that I want someone in my way. I want us to collide.