I felt like I was riding this thrilling wave and it didn’t matter if I fell or not because I could only land on softness. I wasn’t going to get hurt this time. Because Aoife Molloy, and it had taken me six long years to accept it, was not going to harm me. When she told me that she loved me, she meant it, and it was as unsettling as it was addictive, because if she only felt a fifth for me of what I felt for her, then I was one lucky son of a bitch.
