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262 pages, Paperback
First published May 21, 2022
❝I love you, Arlo bishop. Always have. Always will.❞
❝I don’t care about anybody else’s space. I just want you in mine.❞
“I don’t know, Arlo. You tell me, was it worth it?” We stand there, breaths matching, eyes not blinking, both of us refusing to answer the question. Because admitting that both our lives flourished when we were apart is a hard pill to swallow.
"So I left," I say quietly. "Like a coward, I told myself it was because I wanted you to get clean for you, but I left to protect myself. To protect my heart."
”I don’t care about anybody else’s space. I just want you in mine.”
I wanted to promise him that I would never relapse. I wanted to promise him that there was a cure for addiction. I wanted to promise him the whole fucking world. But we both knew not to make promises we couldn’t keep.
”I don’t think I wanted to die,” I confess. “But I know I didn’t really care about living either.”
I’d settle for the smallest morsel of him; his kiss, his touch, his love. I’d take some of it or all of it, I didn’t care as long as I could be this close to him, always.
Because there is no world I want to live in which I have to exist without you.