Somewhere between the first listen and the tenth, I realize that I don’t want to be with any other boy. I never did. The only person I want is Salahudin. The only arms I want holding me are his. The only lips I want on mine are his. The only voice I want to hear close to my ear is his. Salahudin’s body is the one I want to explore. His laugh the one I want to share.
