I never thought a lot about chemistry or how his unperturbed energy would be compatible with my strong-wired, but something about Farrow just drives me nuts. My pulse pounds harder than my broken nose throbs. Every damn time I’m with him, it feels like the first time we’re together. He’s inched under my skin, into my blood stream, definitely my brain—I’ve been a fucking goner since I was sixteen. And I still haven’t fully accepted this fact. That someone in my life is here for me. Because they love me. A romantic love. Not family, not solely friendship. It still seems unbelievable.
