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He’d been so caught up in the idea of seeing me laugh, of seeing me happy, that he hadn’t even realized he missed his greatest punchline yet.
“Without him I might have ended up like you, but because of him, I know what makes a great man.”
I didn’t want him more broken than he already was, because I loved him more than I wanted him.
I felt a pride that went beyond brotherly, beyond what a friend felt for a friend, and beyond even the pride of lovers. I loved him as a person first and foremost. No matter how imperfect he believed himself to be, there was no denying just how perfect he was to me.
“You’re mine. This was inevitable. And I never want his fucking hands on you again.”
“You’ve never been touched the way you—the way you touch me. You’d never understand.”
“And you’ve never been loved the way you loved me, not even by me. No one is capable of the kind of love you give. So you wouldn’t understand how impossible it would be for me to move on. Or to give anyone even a fraction of what I gave you,” he promised.
“I wanna know the size of your smile when you walked in here this morning. Which shrill ringer did you choose for the office phone line? What color pen did you use throughout the day? I wanna know your plans for the upcoming weeks. I wanna know where you’re going to hang the Casual Friday is Everyday sign. I wanna know how full your heart is with joy right now, right this second. Tell me everything, Jas.”
