Odd Man Rush (East Coast, #2)

by Kristen Granata

To anyone who has fallen in love with someone who didn’t fit the mold society created. Love is love.

When you’re gay, the world tells you that you’re wrong. You’re brainwashed from the moment you’re born, whether it be from your family, or society, or the government. And those are some hard chains to break.

“Are you still in love with her?” she asks. “I don’t think you ever really fall out of love. Time passes, so the memories aren’t at the forefront of your brain anymore, but your heart never forgets.” I shift on the bed to look at her. “It’s like when man first landed on the moon and stuck the flag into it. You might not think about it all the time now, but that flag will always remain there. The moon will forever be changed because of it.”

I guess expecting to get shot doesn’t take away the pain of getting shot. The wound sears and bleeds whether you saw it coming or not.

Me: That’s not fair to me. BossMan94: It’s not, but love isn’t fair. Love isn’t running away whenever something goes wrong. It’s standing with the person you love and fighting for them. Me: Well, maybe I need someone to fight for me for once. BossMan94: I will fight for you every day. BossMan94: I’m not giving up on us.

I can’t be someone’s hidden secret. I want more than that. I want more for myself.

Sometimes the love you find doesn’t look exactly like the love you once envisioned for yourself. But that doesn’t mean it’s wrong. That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t jump in with both feet and give it everything you’ve got.