The thing with Tyler is he’s not just a small part of my past, he is in every single memory I have of my life. I stop on one of my favorite pictures. One where we’d been at the lake all day doing absolutely nothing but having sex and lounging on the pier. At seventeen, it all seemed so simple. Life seemed so certain. I can still vividly recall the look in his eyes when he leaned over me, blocking the sun before he kissed me and whispered: “I mean, how many people get to spend their entire lives with the person they love? Not one memory of my life doesn’t include you and I don’t ever want to
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