Beach Read

“When I watch you sleep,” he said shakily, “I feel overwhelmed that you exist.”

For January, I don’t care how the story ends as long as I spend it with you.

NOT ALL WHO WANDER ARE LOST

For January, I don’t care how the story ends as long as I spend it with you.

learning to dance in the rain.

“When I watch you sleep,” he said shakily, “I feel overwhelmed that you exist.”

“Fine,” Gus murmured. “I can’t know it. But I believe it. I see it. Let me prove I’m right. Let me prove I can love you forever.”

And then he kissed me deeply and whispered, “I love you.” And then again, with his hands in my hair and his mouth on my temples and cheeks and jaw, as a ratty plastic bag drifted past on the surface of the water. “I love you, I love you.”

“Then let me be happy with you, Gus,” I said and kissed him softly, like the rare and tender thing he was.

“And before that goddamn frat party.”