I felt like I’d lost half of myself.” He rubs my tears away. “If you let me back in. If you’ll let me . . .” his voice grows hoarse, “if you let me back in, Whitney—” “You were never out.” His eyes close briefly, the most beautiful, most serene smile gracing his lips. “I was a fool to let you go, but I—Jesus, Whitney, fuck then, I want you now. I want to know whatever I don’t. I want to try this again as the man I am, not the terrified boy I was. I’ll do whatever you want if it means feeling this way again because, with anyone else, I’ve never fucking come close.”
crying
