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382 pages, Paperback
First published March 30, 2022
“I want to wake up beside you and prove to you that I’m still falling for you. When you wake up, I want the first thing you see to be me, telling you I still want you and me. Us.”
Both of their arms wrapped around us. Landon and me, arm in arm, our sons holding on to us both. We pushed our faces together, the four of us beaming and sharing our tears, sharing our joy, sharing our love. Our arms linked together around each other, until we all were one big chain, one big ring.
“Being a parent is like driving a car without brakes. You grip the wheel and hold on tight, pray you don’t crash too hard.”
“What if you don’t like what you find?”
“Impossible. I already know I’m going to find you. You’re a part of me somehow. I can feel it.” We were moving closer, closer. My forehead dug into his. We were sharing breaths, sharing words. “You are the gradations of undiscovered colors in my soul. You are the inhale before my blank canvas, the moment before my pencil touches the page. You are the manifestation of my dreams. You are my intensity.”
“Luke.” He whispered my name and kissed my palm. He hesitated before he spoke again, as if he was pulling a secret out of himself, putting words together he’d never spoken aloud. “I think,” he began, “you’re the man I was dreaming about.” Another kiss, folded into my hand. “You’re the man I dreamed about all those years ago when I was struggling to find myself. You’re him. You’re the man I’ve been searching for my whole life.”
"You are the gradations of undiscovered colors in my soul. You are the inhale before my blank canvas, the moment before my pencil touches the page. You are the manifestation of my dreams. You are my intensity."
"Being around him was easy. Effortless. As natural as breathing"







“All I wanted was a happy life with my family.”
Failure lived inside me like an organ. I could feel it pumping alongside my heart. Keeping me alive, even when I didn’t want it to.
Landon’s shoulder squeezes and knee brushes burned me like a brand. They were moments where, for a single second, I wasn’t alone in the world. I existed. I was a person, and another person’s warmth reached me.
All I could see was Emmet and those two 9s in the center of his chest. What’s nine times nine, Dad?
Infinity, buddy. How far I’ll love you.
“There’s something about being lost and found that appeals to me. It might be part of the reason I like it so much. Probably silly.”
Here he was, alone, but the absolute presence of him was enough to stop me in my tracks. Strands of his hair fell across his forehead and brushed the tips of his eyebrows. Was there a color that existed that matched the way the sunlight hit his eyes?
I came at the world differently, obtuse angles where people wanted square. How was Landon going to take being told he made an artist’s withered creativity want to live again?
I cherished him as a friend. I adored him as a person.
Here I was, exactly as I existed, and there he was, smiling at me like he wanted all that in his life.
Nothing. Nothing at all like this firestorm burning through me. Nothing like the way my whole world had rearranged itself around Landon.
We were in a color-saturated world, string lights and red brick and hay scattered on pavement. Still, Landon captured my gaze and all my attention. Everything I felt, everything I saw, wound into and around him.
I wanted my life to stay twined with Landon’s. My life was whole again because of him. What did I do with my puzzle piece if I didn’t have him to match with?
His gentle hold on my face turned possessive, almost feral, as he cradled my skull and hauled me out of the barstool and against his body. “The things you say… What does the world look like through your eyes?”
“It looks like you painted it with all of your joy.”
We kissed like our souls were burning.
Twenty-three years later, I’d finally figured out the truth. Joy was a gift bestowed by another. Two lives coming together and combining. Happiness couldn’t be chased or captured or caught. It grew in the together places.
“Can I see?” Landon shifted against me. His breath caught. “Luke—”
I wasn’t sure if I’d poured my feelings into drawing Landon, or if I’d teased out buried, hidden emotions from within him. Was it the subject or artist who had fallen so deeply in love? Looking at what I’d drawn, I couldn’t tell.
"Being a parent is like driving a car without brakes. You grip the wheel and hold on tight, pray you don’t crash too hard.”✔️Texas high school football