These hands were the ones my body accepted without question or doubt. This boy was the boy. The boy my heart had been created to beat for. The boy I was made to love. It was effortless. Clenching my eyes shut to hide my tears, I kissed him for all I was worth, telling him with my touch everything I couldn’t say out loud. I believe you, Gerard Gibson. I believe you. I believe you. I believe you.
