Extraits

He’s so blinded by that fear that he can’t even see that he’s loved for who he is, regardless of his sexual preferences. He’s so terrified that he can’t see how much pretending has fucked him in the head, because when he looks at me he doesn’t see a man who loves him—he sees a man who has the potential to destroy the façade he so carefully built. Instead of a future, he sees his ruin.

“They’re just words, North. They have no weight unless you give them meaning. People can only make you feel small if you let them.”

I dream of a life where things are very different between us, and him wrapping his arms around me as we slept doesn't have to be dirty or secret or shameful---it's just love, comfort and companionship, and it's beautiful.

"You can't control what people think of you, North. You don't get a say in what makes them tick, in what they're okay with and what they aren't. That's beyond even your capabilities. The thing you do have a say in is whether you're ok with you."

It can't ever go back to the way it was, because we're no longer the same people. North did that. In an instant, he ripped away everything.

A second.

A few little words.

And one fucking huge slash through the middle of my heart.

"No matter what, no matter how crazy he makes me, no matter how much I mighty try and hide the truth, I've never been more attracted to another human being, male or female, the way I'm drawn to him."