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His comforter is caped around his shoulders, and a tissue is stuffed up his nose. He’s still the most gorgeous person I’ve ever seen in my life.
“Dear Mr. and Mrs. Washington, I pray for your souls to rest in eternal peace. Those who are loved live on in the hearts of those who hold them dear. Though it feels like I’ve known him for a lifetime, I’ve only known your son for a short while, but it’s clear he loves you deeply. It’s said that true friendship is rare. Then, I shall count my blessings daily and cherish the friendship that I have with your son, who I imagine is a reflection of all of your light and love. May peace be upon you. A friend of your son, Sidney King.”
God, if there was ever a time when someone could point to a moment and say “And that’s when I knew for sure that I was falling for him,” this moment would take the cake.
Why does he have to be so sexy? It’s too much. If he made a move, there’s no way I could resist him. It’d be impossible. Reason is frail and at odds with the fire raging through my body for him.
“Take me home,” he says—no, commands.
time. As I gaze into his soulful eyes and absorb the swell of emotions that make me want to hold on to him and never let go, figuring out the details seems less important.
“There’s a photo online covering my hickey,” I tell him as he kisses the spot. “Word? Seeing it on you at the game did it for me. I’ve officially devolved into a caveman.”
I know we cannot possess another person, but Sid is mine, and I am his forever. I feel it in the marrow of my bones, the tendons of my heart, the core of my soul.
That’s not how we work. When you hurt, we hurt, I hurt!”
He grins. “I bet you’d give a mean BJ when your dentures are out. I’d put fifty stacks on it.”
I’ve missed you too. I’m ready to come home. I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry it took me so long to get help. I was wrong for thinking I didn’t need help. I miss my best friend. I’ve had tough days. Healing sucks sometimes.
I met our kids. They visit me sometimes when I sleep. I’ve spent hours wondering what it means. I think it’s a sign. I need to make peace with the past. Our future is our family. I miss your laughter. I love you. I’ve never loved you more. I want to body-slam Arnaz for falling for you. It’s easy to fall for you. Do you still want me?
“Can’t pretend that I’m sorry when you just sucked my dick like you’re possessed by the god of fellatio, then swallowed my cum like it’s ambrosia.”
remembered something my mom used to say. She said that whenever you’re sinking in life’s muck, you reach out for help and keep going.
peace. Ours is an everlasting love forged through life’s fires. Whatever storms may come to pass, we’ll bear them together and come out stronger. Our family will find refuge in our union. Because of you, I know that love is the greatest of mysteries, and true humility is accepting its breathtaking and unfailing path.
