Never with Me

by Kaylee Ryan

Don’t let the hands of one man, or in your case, two men, keep you from the loving touch of another.”

She’s been by my side from that moment. I never knew it was possible to have a friend like her. Someone to lean on when the hard days roll around, and someone to celebrate with when the hard days are in hiding.

My parents have the best relationship. Don’t get me wrong. It’s not all sunshine and roses. They argue like the best of couples. It’s that they never give up. They work out whatever it is, and the love they have for each other always outweighs all the other bullshit. All the white noise.

“I want you to be you.” Again, I don’t have to think about my answer. “I come from a world of fake and deception, and I left for a reason. If we’re dating, it’s to get to know each other better, and we should be us, who we are all the time for that to happen. If you feel like kissing me or holding my hand or holding me, then I want you to do it.”