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28 pages, ebook
First published May 28, 2012








"You can't start a stopwatch on grief. Or love for that matter."
"They say love conquers all
You can't start it like a car
You can't stop it with a gun"
"Nah, no dramatics. Hearts got broken every day. Nobody died from that. But it did kind of fade the sunlight and drain the color from the days.
And the nights ... the nights would feel too long to live through."
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"My own eyes stung. I couldn't bear for him to hurt so much. I wanted to put my arms around him, protect him. I didn't think he'd welcome it, so I didn't move.
Why did we all crave love so badly when half the time it left us annihilated?"
"It's not like I had gone looking for this, wanted this, had opted for the pay-per-view gay soap opera with angst in hi def. All I'd wanted was an ordinary relationship with a nice guy. A guy I could share my life with. The good times. The bad times. Maybe even share my mortgage with. A guy who would get along with my friends -- a guy who had his own friends. Maybe even a guy I could take home for the holidays. I don't know. Whatever I had been thinking, the pleasant fantasy was so far removed from the vibrant and painful reality of Graham."



How did people get over this?
They obviously did. Every day someone fell in love with the wrong person and had to pack up all their fragile, misguided hopes and unwanted affection, and move on to the next picnic table.

