Since when is the person you want to screw the only person you get to love? It’s so stupid, Tiny! I mean, Jesus, who even gives a fuck about sex?! People act like it’s the most important thing humans do, but come on. How can our sentient fucking lives revolve around something slugs can do. I mean, who you want to screw and whether you screw them? Those are important questions, I guess. But they’re not that important. You know what’s important? Who would you DIE for? Who do you wake up at five forty-five in the morning for even though you don’t even know why he needs you?
“Will Grayson, Will Grayson” by John Green and David Levithan