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“Looks like the devil really does wear Gucci.”
The way Grace is running straight toward the giant, flame-shooting plonker of a beast currently tearing through the sky directly at her tells me the anti-Hudson propaganda machine has obviously been hard at work in the time I’ve been gone.
Forget the queen. God save girls who believe everything they hear. And leap before they look.
“Oh, Jaxy-Waxy. My goth little vampire. You’re so strong and sooooo fooked up. I just love you soooo much.” He rolls his eyes as he says the last.
And finally, there’s another string I can’t pull my gaze from in this tangle of connections. It’s a bright, electric blue, and it’s gossamer thin, but it is very definitely there. And it’s glowing ever so slightly. And somehow I know, even before I reach out a fingertip to touch it, that it connects to me.
As I hold her, I note several things. One, she fits surprisingly well in my arms. Two, she smells really good—like vanilla and cinnamon. And three, I kind of like holding her.
Because the thin string I instinctively know connects me to Grace has quadrupled in size since yesterday…and it’s now glowing the most brilliant blue I have ever seen.
“People should always own who they are, flaws and all. The fact that I happen to have more flaws than most doesn’t change that.”
“I don’t know much about love, Grace. But you’ve taught me that real love isn’t about finding someone who makes you happy. It’s about finding your own happiness and then sharing that with the person you love. You will always be my light out of the darkness, but not because it’s your job to make me happy. Because you light the path I can follow to find my own happiness. And I want to always see that path, let it lead me back to you. Always.”
“‘I love you with a love that shall not die, until the sun grows cold and the stars grow old.’”
Love isn’t always easy. And it isn’t always pretty. Sometimes it’s messy and painful and completely fucked up. But maybe that’s okay. Maybe love doesn’t have to be perfect. Maybe it just has to be real.
