The common thread from all those stories was that talking helped, and listening, and time. One day I would find my own place. I couldn’t run there, though, because it didn’t exist yet; I had...
—I.W. Gregorio
I could still feel the echo of his hand on mine.
Love isn’t a choice. You fall for the person, not their chromosomes.
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