The Wall of Winnipeg and Me

“But I can’t remember anymore what it’s like to not be happy.”

“I don’t know anything about relationships, Van, but I know I love you. I know I’ve waited my entire life to love you, and I’ll do whatever I have to, to make this work.”

“Home is where you are. I would go anywhere for you if you wanted me to be there.”

In that moment, I don’t think I had ever loved anything half as much as I loved Aiden.

I didn’t know what it said about me that I carried snacks around for him, but whatever. He was like my puppy I had to make sure ate enough.

A big, muscular, warm tornado with an amazing body that was finally my friend.

The fact that we’d—literally—slept together but hadn’t even officially hugged was beyond me. This had been two and a half years in the making.

“You’ve been with me for two years, but I figure I’m barely beginning to understand,” the big guy claimed, his expression solemn.
“Understand what?”
“I should probably be scared of you.”

“How’s the running going?” he asked suddenly.
Small talk. Heaven help us, he was trying to make small talk.

I might be thinking of myself as being a prostitute, but at least I’d be a prostitute free from debt, wouldn’t I?