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To paraphrase: I hope to see you put your green American money where your filthy mouth is soon.
You’re brave. I could use some of that.
He remembers, as if from a million miles away, telling Henry once not to overthink this.
“We don’t have time to deal with this, and your mother has enough to manage without having to process her son’s fucking quarter-life NATO sexual crisis,
The whole is a mass of fools and knaves; I could almost except you . . .
History, huh? Bet we could make some.
Affectionately yrs, slowly going insane, Alex, First Son of Founding Father Sacrilege
The phrase “see attached bibliography” is the single sexiest thing you have ever written to me.
Should I tell you that when we’re apart, your body comes back to me in dreams? That when I sleep, I see you, the dip of your waist, the freckle above your hip, and when I wake up in the morning, it feels like I’ve just been with
you, the phantom touch of your hand on the back of my neck fresh and not imagined? That I can feel your skin against mine, and it makes every bone in my body ache? That, for a few moments, I can hold my breath and be back there with you, in a dream, in a thousand rooms, nowhere at all?
Regards, Haplessly Romantic Heretic Prince Henry the Utterly Daft
I want your body and I want the rest of you too.
Tho I long for the actual sunlight contact between us I miss you like a home. Shine back honey & think of me.
He came from a long, long line of princes, but never before had there been a prince quite like him: born with his heart on the outside of his body.
“Sometimes you just jump and hope it’s not a cliff.”
Dear Thisbe, I wish there weren’t a wall. Love, Pyramus
“Fuckin’ ghost me for a week, make me stand in the rain like a brown John Cusack, and now you won’t even talk to me.
“I fucking love you, okay?”
“I never thought I’d be stood here faced with a choice I can’t make, because I never . . . I never imagined you would love me back.”
“Fuck you,” Henry says, his voice breaking, and he gets a handful of Alex’s shirt collar, and Alex knows he’s going to love this stubborn shithead forever.
honestly have never thought I deserved to choose.” His hand moves, fingertips brushing a curl behind Alex’s ear. “But you treat me like I do.”
“I’m into making history.”
“I completely fucking love you.”
At cruising altitude, he takes the chain off his neck and slides the ring on next to the old house key. They clink together gently as he tucks them both under his shirt, two homes side by side.
Here lies Prince Henry of Wales. He died as he lived: avoiding plans and sucking cock.
“Because I’m not like the rest of the men of this family, beginning with the fact that I am very deeply gay, Philip.”
I’m sorry things didn’t go better with Philip. I wish I could send hope.
You and me and history, remember? We’re just gonna fucking fight. Because you’re it, okay? I’m never gonna love anybody in the world like I love you. So, I promise you, one day we’ll
be able to just be, and fuck everyone else.”
“Meet you in every dream . . . Keep most of your heart in Washington . . . Miss you like a home . . . We two longing loves . . . My young king.” One day, he tells himself. One day, us too.
“Sería una mentira, porque no sería él.” It would be a lie, because it wouldn’t be him.
i mean the truth of you. the weird, perfect shape of your heart. the one on the outside of your chest.
give yourself away sometimes, sweetheart. there’s so much of you.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for having saved me. I was drowning and you threw yourself into the water without hesitation, without a backward look.
It’s like how he only wears his glasses when nobody’s around: Nobody’s supposed to see how much he needs.
That’s the choice. I love him, with all that, because of all that. On purpose. I love him on purpose.”
You can take your legacy and your decorum and you can shove it up your fucking arse, Philip. I’m done.”
“For what it’s worth,” he says to Philip, “that is the bravest son of a bitch I’ve ever met.”
“I’ve been gay as a maypole since the day I came out of Mum, Philip.”
“You are,” he says, “the absolute worst idea I’ve ever had.” Henry’s mouth spreads into a slow smile, and Alex kisses it.
He is my choice.
History will remember us.
I’m a one-man bisexual wrecking ball who exposed the vulnerability of the White House private email server.”
They have to figure out how to do this for real now, how to love each other in plain sight. Alex thinks they’re up for it.
