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Pain leaving a mark on the fabric that will be washed away like it never existed. If only the internal scars could be washed away as easily.
I’ve been living and breathing your touch lately. If I don’t come up for air, I’ll drown in you.
“You’re comfortable with me, I’m a cuddle whore, and orgasms are awesome. It’s a win-win.” Please don’t break my heart.
My best friend, the love of my fucking life, is in pain and fighting himself.
“You’re my favorite person. You’re my person. There’s nothing about you I would change. You hear me?”
“We’ll be okay. Come hell or hot water.” The sincerity in his voice almost has me miss what he said. “Hot water?” My face scrunches up in confusion. “Yeah, hell or hot water. It’s a saying.” I can’t stop the laugh or the smile that turns up my lips. “It’s hell or high water, babe.” I give him a quick kiss, then step back. “I don’t think so.” Brendon shakes his head. “It’s hell, the water would be hot.” I sigh and grab his hand so we can find food before having to be back in the hotel. “Whatever you say.”
“Hey!” he yells. “I’m bi or whatever. I like holes and poles. Anyone got a problem with that?”
“You guys going to be ready for finals?” Carp asks, and everyone groans. “Shhh, we don’t use those types of words.” Brendon throws a cherry tomato at him. “What words?” Nick smirks. “Finals, tests, midterms, lima beans, burpees, Brussels sprouts, surprise anal.” Brendon ticks them off on his fingers.
I’m awoken a few hours later by a weird noise. Is that groaning? Is there a werewolf transforming in here? What time is it?
I don’t think people should have to “come out” but just be accepted for who they are. You love who you love, gender shouldn’t matter. So this isn’t me coming out, it’s me saying I married my best friend a few weeks ago, and I’m tired of feeling like I have to hide that fact. He’s an amazing man, and I am honored to call him mine.
Somehow, I managed to trick this guy into putting up with my shit for the rest of my life. Or his. He’s told me I can’t name the kids by myself, which is probably best for everyone. He keeps me grounded but lets me fly. He’s the Batman to my Robin. The peanut butter to my jelly.
“I love you, Brendon, until my heart stops beating.” “Then I’ll make sure it never does.”
