Lightheaded

Manhattan is a very long way from the suburbs of Orlando, this can be proved with math. Jillian is the artist and Harry is the writer but somehow they have always fit together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, this cannot be proved by anything very concrete. (Save for maybe the way they look at each other in the dark or what can be heard in the silence between them.)

Something proven over and over again is that growing up and moving out changes everything. And maybe it does, but Harry and Jilly have always been convinced it would be different if they did it together.

That was before the sharing beds and late rent and dizzy spells and doctors that don’t have a clue.

A story about growing up and finding yourself (and representation).

Harry/Jillian