“It is what I want, but I think I’m afraid to want too many things. The more I hold on to, the more things that make me happy, the more I have to lose.” He squeezes me tighter and whispers, “I think I’m broken.” I kiss his chest. “Well then we can be broken together. But for what it’s worth, I don’t think either of us are broken. You said it yourself, I’m not damaged and I'm saying, neither are you. We’re human. It’s okay to be scared, Jay.”
