Meet Me in the Blue (Hemlock Harbor, #1)

by A.M. Johnson

Every touch was infinite. It wasn’t rushing blood and fire. It was finding myself and coming home. It was years of waiting and confusion and forgiveness.

Loving Rook was effortless for me. Effortless because I’d always known. It wasn’t a maybe kind of thing, or a let’s try, it was years of hopeful smiles and subtle touches, disseminating each one and wondering if this time… just maybe… It was hours of talking in the dark shade of trees and knowing that this person, this one man, owned all of my secrets. All but one.

Love is worth every single hurt it gives. It’s worth it because it’s fucking living, and you deserve to live it.”

“I’m afraid to fall asleep. What if I forget he’s gone, and I have to remember all over again when I wake up? I feel like if I stay awake eventually it won’t hurt as much.” “I think it will always hurt, Luka.”

“It’s hard preparing for death. I don’t think anyone is ever really ready, but at least we had some sort of warning. I sometimes wish he would have died suddenly, like a heart attack or something, instead of suffering as long as he did.