“It would be a fucking honor to be with you, boyfriend label or not. I want to try this with you. All of it. The messy parts too because I have this deep feeling the good is really gonna outweigh the bad.” Like moving away… She nodded against me, still not looking up, but her body didn’t seem as tense anymore. “We’re a beautiful fucking mess.” “Maybe.” I grinned, even though she couldn’t see me. “We’re two of those weirdly shaped puzzle pieces that don’t fit the standard size or angle. You know what I’m talking about? The ones with the sharp triangle type shape?”
