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December 2 - December 3, 2024
“What’s her name?” I asked Mrs. Compton. “His,” Dad corrected me. “He’s a boy, honey.” Suddenly, everything made sense. “That’s why he’s so ugly.”
“You’re my favorite person in the whole world.”
“When we grow up, I want us to get married.”
All in all, I don’t know if it’s fair to say that Marc and I were friends during our teenage years. But somehow, when I really needed him, he was always around.
“I deserve you least of all. But I want you the most. And I won’t give up. The lengths I’m willing to go to . . . One day, I’ll show you.”
“Listen, Jamie, date us both. I can deal with that. And then choose the better guy.”
“The thing is, you’re perfect, Jamie. Absolutely fantastic—always have been. I’ve never been anything but amazed by you. And I don’t think I’m there yet. I want to deserve you.”
“That’s fine, Jamie. Since I’m not the person who spent most of his life in love with you, either.”
Even if, for me, being stuck with him is hell, with just a tiny bit of heaven blended in.
He stares at me like he sees me. Like he has been seeing me all along.
Ideally, somebody who’s not in love with someone else, either.
I wanted to marry you when I was six, and I wanted to do very, very rude things to you at eighteen.”
“No. No, you don’t. Marc, I . . . I’m a mess. I’m too busy for a relationship.”
“Are you really too busy, Jamie? Or are you just fucking terrified?”
He could use them to hurt you, a voice warns. Does it matter, though, when I’m already so good at hurting myself?