Denial hurts more than it helps.

Because it was the dishonesty on his face that intrigued me. I appreciated the ghosts that haunted him. The phantoms that shadowed his eyes even as they danced and danced and danced.

You’re not the same. Neither of us are. But I know that I will love the man as much as I loved the boy.

The truth is the ugly side no one wants to see.

I won’t leave you, Imi, not ever. You and me, we’re a definite. I don’t have anything if I don’t have you. You have to believe that.

I love you. You are my life.” He placed my hand over his heart. I could feel it beating erratically beneath my palm. “Feel that? It’s yours. For now and always!

And if he went into the dark again, this time I would be there to find him – to follow him. Because I thought, perhaps quite immaturely, that my love could help him. Maybe our love could do even more than just help – maybe it could heal him. Fix him. Fix everything.

But if I can’t have that dream with you, will you live it anyway?

There’s nothing scary in realizing who you want to be with. It’s exciting. Exhilarating.

We were perfect in our mad sanity.