“Why do others always say that two people of the same gender can’t love one another? he sighed. I don’t have a clue, replied the second boy, But what I do know is that I want you more than anything I’ve ever seen, tasted, held, or felt in this world, and that has to count for something. I love the way you bite your lips when you’re nervous, how you always hold your dinner plate with both hands, the curve of your back. I hate the smell of those nasty old cigarettes you always smoke; I despise the sound of your cough and the scratchy feel of the wollen sweaters you wear when you’re sick, but I’d never change a damn thing about you. You’re all I want; you’re all I need. And if that’s not love, then I don’t know what is.”
- Fragment 98
- Fragment 98