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It’s not an exaggeration to say I’ve always felt a little more alive when he’s around. Life is just a little brighter, a little louder wherever Wes is.
My heart is back in Lake Placid. Or maybe it’s in California. It goes wherever Jamie Canning goes.
My eyes are wet, so I look out the window. I see blue. That fucking view. It’s beautiful, and I just don’t care. Because nothing is as beautiful as the man who just told me he loves my fucked-up self.
