I feel it, that bone-deep ache for all the years we’ve lost. There’s no way to avoid the reality of what could have never been, had we not made the choices that led us here. I feel it all burn and burn and burn until I can hardly breathe. Until I’m choking on it. Until I think I might actually suffocate under the pressure of it all. But it doesn’t matter. Not the past, or the demons still set on keeping us apart. Not the little voice in my head warning me this can’t possibly last, not like this, not when there’s still so much holding him back. Still so much we need to work through on our own.
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