Private Player

by Louise Bay

What we had was built on secrecy and lies, and it was bound to end sooner or later.

“None of this matters, Nathan. It’s all corporate nonsense. Family matters. People matter. Love matters.”

“I don’t have flowers or balloons or someone writing it in the sky. All I have is me. And it’s not much of a grand gesture, but I need to tell you that I love you.”

“I feel more myself when I’m with you.”

I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more in the world than to be with someone who made me more me, or thought I made him more him. We were the best versions of ourselves with each other. We were more.