I promised Costas that I would go on and love and have joy and live. Itβs hard. I miss him. I loved him. Ooh, I loved him. But we are living in a world where all of us could truly be gone one day, where our kind is just a memory, one the rest of the world would be happy to forget. All we have left is right now. I donβt know how soon till Iβm in a box on the end table of some crying manβs bed, but until thenβ¦ that love and that promise are who I claim to be.
POSEΒ βΒ 6. β Love is the Message β










