I clutched my phone against my chest and cried, letting the tears drip down my face and over my fins. An orgasm and a text message and I turned into a sobbing mess. But these were happy tears. For the first time in a long time, I had hope. I had a sense of purpose. I had something—someone—that made my life worth living. And that felt pretty damn amazing.
i stg dude better love him so good
