A Surplus of Light

by Chase Connor

It might as well have been the name of a god.

“If I’m willing to get my heart broken, the least you can do is agree to be the one who breaks it,” he replied.

“I don’t want you to give yourself to me, Ian.” Mike was in front of me now. “I want you to share yourself with me.”

“I’m going to keep asking you for more.” I gave him a firm look. “All summer. Every summer.”

“When didn’t you know?” he asked. “When I didn’t know you existed,” I said.