The hurt is old, I can see that. A lake monster that’s lurked beneath the surface til now, it wanders up to the shore and stands there between us. Is he good enough for me? The thought has literally never crossed my mind, not once. And I don’t care if he’s not, I want him anyway. I don’t know what ‘good enough’ even means. All I want from him, the only thing I need from him in the world, is to know that I can trust him. And that I don’t know.
