Real, honest, unfiltered. Brandon Witt gives us another story and characters that don't hold anything back in terms of letting us into their hearts and deepest thoughts and emotions.
Connected to this is a realization: it hit me, Witt is one of the best, and favorite of mine, storytellers using first person pov. The fearlessness in his writing comes through crystal clear by way of the high level of emotional honesty he bestows upon his characters and therefore us. It makes me feel lucky to read these stories and know these people he shares with us. It can sometimes make things extra intense, especially if the character is especially so, but that goes with the territory.
This is about as laid bare as one can get, no pun intended. Who hasn't experienced this same surreal feeling, wavering second by second between joyful amazement and numbing disbelief?
Showering was a little surreal. Which I didn’t even realize could be said about a shower. What I was getting clean for, who I was getting clean for…. Was this really my life?
The scenes immediately preceding and following this thought of Brian's, my goodness, relatable and full of truth.
Angel and Spike ftw! I want to watch them snack on wee bitty baby Xmas trees. :D
This is sexy. And sweet. And sad. It's also hopeful. And hot. (unf level hot)
A mere teeny taste:
Or the way his kiss made me feel like I wasn’t able to stand, yet might burst into flight.
True caring between two people, and the openness in accepting it, reveals itself when they help each other see themselves in ways they otherwise might not have done so. Good ways. Important ways.
James does this for and with Brian. And he's open and ready, wanting to let Brian in as the change is happening.
Talk about cart before horses. Or a sleigh before reindeer.
Oh my God. I must have gotten a virus. I was sick. I was altering colloquialisms to have Christmas themes. It was enough to tempt me to go see exactly what Bathhouse Santa was doing.
Ha! :D
Also, Witt always finds an undeniable way of ramming right to the center of my heart and squeezing until I choke up. There's no escape. And I don't want to, at that.
“I want you to know that how you are is how I want you."
Yeah, I'm sighing and melty and teary, too.
What a beautiful story about two regular guys, each with hang ups, dreams, and the self-surprising bravery that comes with age. Being 40+ is sometimes a boon. ;)