Stella and I were different. I didn’t love her, but I wanted her with an intensity that left the flimsy, overused concept of love in the dust. It wasn’t sweet or saccharine. There were no rainbows or unicorns, only desire edged with roughness and darkness. Hot June days. Secret smiles. Turquoise. I’d waited a long time. Eventually, I would catch her, and once I did, I was never letting her go.
