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He is the perfect man, I swear to God.
You can take the boy out of California, but you can’t take the California out of the boy.
The way I feel about Ryan Wesley…it’s something I thought existed only in the movies. He’s my other half. We complement each other in more ways than I can count. When he’s in the same room, I’m focused on him, and when he’s gone I walk around missing him.
Love is friendship set on fire. I get it now.
It’s a cross between riding his stick like it’s a pony and driving a locomotive. Stupid as hell, but the crowd goes nuts for it.
And he’s my home.
“Fucking hell, Canning, I fucking love you so fucking much.”
I’ve just discovered that falling in love has a dark side. When you’re mad at the love of your life, it’s impossible to feel joy.
“If being queer means skating like Ryan Wesley, I’m going to have to encourage the rest of my players to give it a whirl.”
“Take care of yourself,” I whisper. “You’re really fucking important to me.”
“I trust who I am with Jamie. He’s known me since I was a pimply thirteen-year-old when we used to argue about video games. He doesn’t see me as Toronto’s rookie forward. He doesn’t care about my scoring average. I don’t try to impress him.”
“It’s…made of purple Skittles?”
“I love you,”
“Stop fucking teasing me and start fucking fucking me,”
My best friend. My lover. My…fiancé…oh
“But you get an E for effort.”
“I love you, Canning.” “Love you too, Wesley.”
It’s us. And it’s perfect.
