#Junkie (GearShark, #1)

by Cambria Hebert

He was my person. The one I always wanted to be there.

In that moment, my feelings were a hundred times stronger than any thought would ever be. Still holding my hand, Trent stepped up close. The toes of his shoes bumped my sock-covered ones. He was like a furnace, a cherished heat source when you stepped inside from a cold, blustery day. His warmth wrapped around me, and I welcomed it into my pores.

Kissing him was like seeing the ocean for the first time. Meeting something so big it made you feel small. It was like standing beneath a galaxy or being the red “you are here” dot on a map of the world. It was like finally understanding the answer to an impossible question.

Clearly this part got me I mean c'mon these are some good words right here man.

I held as tight as I could in that moment. If he were crumbling, I would hold every single piece of him in place.

Our lips brushed together, like they had their own personal handshake no one else knew.

He slayed me. In every possible way I could be slayed. I didn’t know how it happened, but somehow, some way, he did. It started as a friendship and grew from there. And now… Now, watching him, my chest swelled and expanded. Something about his gentleness, the innocence and pureness with which interacted with Nova, told me exactly what kind of man he was.

A good one. Genuine. I felt lucky to love him in that moment. I understood exactly why I could. I tucked that feeling deep down inside me, because I was sure I would need it later.

“Nothing. I just want to lie here with my boyfriend.”

I might have squealed a little our loud of course...ppl in dr office gave looks but idc

Love is patient. Love is kind. That’s what they say. They also say love doesn’t take; love only gives. While those words are beautiful, they aren’t true. Love does take. Loving someone takes strength. Love takes hard work. And sometimes… Love takes sacrifice.