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Love is in the details. It’s in the everyday. It’s the way you treat someone when they aren’t even looking and the way they fill your head when you’re apart.
“The only thing strong enough to chase away pain is love.” “Love is pain,” I told her. “Yes. But some of our greatest pain becomes our greatest strength.”
Funny how I’d only lived with his touch for a week, such a short amount of time in the span of my entire life. But it eclipsed all others. How quickly it became the most singular desired sensation I’d ever known.
Trent was so understanding because he himself wasn't understood. He had the ability to make people feel at ease with themselves because he knew what it was like to be conflicted. He listened because his mind was the loudest, and he accepted others because he himself felt unaccepted.
I wondered if I would ever get used to loving him or if it would always astonish me.
“Even if I lost every single one of those things you just listed, it still wouldn’t add up to the single loss of you.”
“There’s a lot of shit I like about you, Forrester,” I spoke. “But right now, my favorite is when I stare into your eyes, you stare right back.” “I see you, Trent,” he answered. “Even if I went blind right now, I’d still see you,” I echoed.
From the day we’re born, parents aren’t really people. They’re pillars of strength, examples of humanity, and somewhat exempt from the cruelty of the outside world. Until they aren’t. Until the illusions are shattered and a child turns into an adult.

