All That's Left in the World

by Erik J. Brown

The world gave us warnings but they went unheeded. At the cost of everything.

Andrew, who I met six weeks ago, is someone I was willing to jump in front of a gun for.

The feelings that are bound to hurt so much more and bring on the inevitable the longer I drag it out. At some point I’m going to have to either tell Jamie I like him or keep it a dark secret for ever.

I could listen to his laugh until the day I die and never get sick of it.

I’m cold, I’m wet and I’m terrified. But with Andrew this close I feel safer, like whatever’s in the dark can’t hurt us.

don’t know why this person is so damn important. Then it hits me. It’s because it feels like love.

It’s fucking torture having the boy you’re in love with sleeping in the same bed as you. Like, right next to you.

Then I think back – way back – and try to figure out if I knew at any other moments that this might be who I am. But I can’t remember a time I felt like this before him.

Despite everything, you don’t feel like you’ve done enough. But there’s never an enough, Jamie.

‘Thank you, yes. I am. I love you.’ I’m crying now. And I will always love you.’

‘You make me feel safe. Like the world hasn’t ended and there’s nothing left. Because I have you.’

this is so relatable

When he kisses me, my chest feels lighter again, like he’s taking on some of my sorrow but passing on some of his love.

If things get hard again, I’ll carry him. And he’ll carry me. And we’ll be OK.