The Little Prince

Nothing became mine until I gave it hours. That's all a rose ever asks.

Grown-ups need numbers. I stopped giving them mine.

Taming is a terrifying word for how love actually works: slowly, on purpose, at a loss.

The fox was right, ritual first, affection after. My dog taught me the same thing a year later.

What's essential is invisible. So I stopped decorating the visible.

A hat. A boa digesting an elephant. Every argument I've ever lost to someone with no imagination.

He waters a flower on a planet too small to see. That's the scale my love should be measured on.

The businessman counting stars owns nothing but the counting. My spreadsheets felt seen.

Desert is beautiful because somewhere it hides a well. People too.

Fifteen sunsets in one bad day, the prince had it right about sadness.