by Leonora Epstein for the NY Press.

Ha, too perfect:

“We can’t live in our heads and on Gchat or Tumblr.”

I struggled to find a response. Only a stifled cry exited my throat. Possible phrases ran through my head, but deleted them all.

…

Tears rolled noiselessly off my cheeks.

David softly swallowed a lump in his throat.

We were both typing in our heads, but there was nothing left to say.