Armando Zertuche

“I was just a confused kid who’d learned the vocabulary of being gay from a world that hated fags.”
― Shaun David Hutchinson, Brave Face: A Memoir

“It's more that I want to leap in and say certain things and do certain things, but I always seem to hold myself back. I think a big part of me is afraid.”
― Becky Albertalli, Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda

“Love doesn't solely consist of books, films, and music and sharing the same past.
It consists of the present and the future.
It consists of the understanding that you want to grow and prosper together. That you don't solely look at each other but also look in the same direction.

We faced different directions, and it's no use to stick to that.
We would waste away our time. We only live once. We're obliged to fill our time how we honestly, sincerely, want it to be.

My darling, sometimes love isn't enough.
Ours we have lost in a time in which both of us kept moving without looking at each other.

You will always be a part of me, and I will remain a part of you. You were a good chapter, but never more than that.”
― Dahi Tamara Koch, Within the event horizon: poetry & prose

“Like an open book

I long to tell you the story of my whole life.
I want to show you my innermost like an open book so that you can read it.
Anything that you want.

I want to be perceivable and … that you can perceive me.
I want to be comprehensible, like a mathematical formula you can solve, even if I cannot solve myself.

I long for you to solve me. I long for you to read me like an open book.
Anything that you want.

[…]

I long for you to tell me the story of your whole life.
I want you to show your innermost like an open book, so that I can read it.
Anything that I want.
I want to make you perceivable and … that I can perceive you.

I want to make you comprehensible, like a mathematical formula I can solve, even if you cannot solve yourself.

I long for us to be solvable. That we show each other our innermost, like an open book.
Anything that we have ever wanted.”
― Dahi Tamara Koch, Within the event horizon: poetry & prose