Maybe if I tried hard enough, I’d be able to convince myself that I was okay with this. That dying alone, without ever trying what I craved intimately, and sexually, wasn’t the end of the world. Because the truth was, I had no interest in anyone other than Trent. I’d come to that conclusion the moment I’d seen him latch on to Bubba’s hand, dressed as Batman, and walk him up those porch steps. He was it for me.
