More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“And I text you because every one of those pictures you send feels like it breathes life into me. I walked with you to the willow because I want every second I can get with you.
But sometimes the exercise of exploring what could happen brings us to a new place.” He pauses. “Like you showing up at the end of my office hours so I can give you a ride home.” “That’s a prediction?” “No.” He shakes his head slowly. “Just an exploration of what I hope for.”
“This isn’t me walking away. I’m just taking a moment.” He nods once, thin lips pressed together, eyes an inky gray. “Then I’ll wait.” “Just like that?” “Exactly like that.”
His smile falls as he tips forward onto his toes, like he’s going to kiss me, but then he stops. “You fill up so much of me. And no matter what happens, no matter what the consequence, I’d make all the same choices again.”
“I could explain to you all the years of our history.” His voice is soft and warm and full of so much emotion that it hits me low in the gut. “I could tell you about the treehouse and the telescope, the way that this man lives in my soul, that first moment I saw him on the Quad five years ago, how he’s my constant, how he fills me up. But you can see all that because it’s spread out on the table before you. It speaks for itself. So, ‘how long has it been going on?’ I’ll just distill it down to one word.” His eyes warm to a light gray. “Always.”