“I’m sorry, Gabe. I love you, which means I can’t be with someone whose reaction to knowing that his partner cares for him, is to bring another man into their bed as a Valentine present. I’m worth more. I want to matter, and not be treated as if I’m an old dildo that gets tossed in the drawer when the battery goes. I want to be there for someone. I want to grow old with someone. I want to die knowing that I loved with all my heart, and to the best of my ability.”
