“Let me ask you two something. Let me be like the fiftieth person at this school to ask.. what is this, uh? What is this creepy business? I think you two like to partner up on cutesy capers, so you can hold hands in the dark and address your urges in semi-acceptable scenarios.”
Every single side and bit.I love the sky above his head, the floor he walks on. I love the words he spills over morning coffee, the whispers he mumbles in sleep. I love the tears he blinks away, the red in his cheeks. There is not a part of him I can’t accept, there is not a part of him I can’t love.