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First published September 30, 2011
“You and I have been through hell and back over the past few weeks, over the past sixteen years... I know we can do this. I know it. I know I can love you forever, whether we're rich or poor, healthy or sick, for better or worse, whether you're sweet or in a foul mood... I can love you.”
“Jamie?”
“Yeah?”
“I've missed you.”
He's my lover and the best friend I've ever had. We could have been together, all these years, but because certain people think that he and I are evil, that our love is evil, we've had to hide our feelings, deny our feelings. It isn't fair. It isn't right. I'll tell you something: evil is sitting right over there at that table. And they've put us through hell...
“You and I... we spent sixteen years alone, apart, unhappy, lonely. We punished ourselves when all we wanted was to be together. I used to swallow that crap, Jamie. I used to believe it was wrong to love you. That's why I left! That's why I went away and left you here alone. Because I was ashamed. I tried to like women. I tried. But all I wanted was you. I didn't even want other men! Only you. And if that's so wrong in God's eyes—if you and I are supposed to go through life without love, if we're supposed to be condemned to a miserable, lonely life—well, maybe I don't believe in Him.”
You're in pieces and it takes the whole rest of your life to find each one and bring it back into you. Unlike in fairy tales, true love cannot totally erase everything I've suffered. I still have nightmares, but not as often now. I still struggle with bitterness and doubt. I still have trouble with that pesky shame I've known all my life. It pops up when my guard is down, and Tammy helps me with it, and I help him when his guilt rises out of nowhere and tries to slap him down.
-to press, squeeze or reduce with force or violence, typically causing serious damage or injury; to violently subdue; to instill a feeling of overwhelming disappointment or embarrassment
-a crowd of people pressed closely together; a brief but intense infatuation for someone unattainable or inappropriate
-a crush video: videos depicting acts of wanton cruelty including torture and death towards animals or people

She has a baby in her cart. He’s sitting in the baby seat like he’s supposed to be, his curly blonde hair like a halo, his soft baby legs dangling, one chubby little hand holding the railing in front of him, the other clutching a piece of Red Vine licorice. He’s looking at me, his face and hands coated in sweet, sticky licorice residue.
(…)
I stand on tiptoe again and kiss the baby’s licorice-coated cheek. He smiles, leans down over the safety bar in front of him, and kisses my mouth.
Love’s first kisses.
Then she takes him away from me.













Tearfully he whispers, “I have a crush on you…”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Big crush?”
“Very big… yes…”
“You love me?”
“Yes,” he nods.
It bursts quietly from my heart, like a bullet, “I love you too…”

Every sound around us is suddenly muted, except for the water, splashing softly. His smile… oh my God… incredible… compelling… I’m powerless… My heart begins to tremble and skip as I feel my lips stretch wide in response. The palpitations tickle my ribs as we stare at each other, our smiles unchanging, but our eyes transforming. I see it in his, I feel it in mine. Our smiles follow the course of our eyes. Tammy gazes down at me, his eyes and lips gentle, soft, dreamy. He’s in a trance… it’s the same look I’ve caught in his eyes so many times lately… it’s here… now….
My eyes are locked with his, and this moment expands into a small forever…


His eyes paralyze me…
And he makes no effort to take his arms down…
He’s so close… too close…
I want to kiss him.
He’s trembling. I’m trembling.
Does he know how close I am…?
I see three terrifying words in his eyes as he stares up at me…
I’m afraid I’ve fallen in love with him.

The most subtle movement, a tiny contraction of his hand around mine, and my focus is fully stolen from Yvette in spite of her iniquitous attentions. I turn my head to the right, remembering the odd little flutter that happened inside me when his fingers curled just a little tighter around mine for that instant. Our eyes meet a second time as he looks up at me. The contact lasts for a few beats, but time is stretched like a rubber band. Those huge eyes open impossibly wider for a split second, and I see something I can’t describe in words. I feel my stomach quiver again and his eyes close, his fingernails gently dig into the palm of my hand…
…and I can barely breathe…
I’ve seen him… I know him… Where have I seen him before…?!



I don’t cry because of the pain.
I cry because I’m happy.
I cry because my dream has come true. Tammy is here. With me.
I cry because I’m afraid. Now I’ve given him my body. I’m his, and I know, deep down in a place I don’t consciously acknowledge, that if he breaks my heart, I’ll die.
If I fuck this up and lose him, it’s all over.

I watched… that’s all I had to do.
And now realization avalanches onto me.
It is a video depicting two adults defiling the body, and crushing the spirit of a beautiful, innocent child.
It is a crush video.

The cold penetrates every layer of me.
My hand tightens around my angel.
God, how I love you, he’d said that day.
I love you, Tammy, I said tonight. I’ll love you always. All my life.


“I mean it, Tammy. I’m tired. I’m tired of living with this guilt. I can’t even have sex with you without remembering what they did to me. What they did gets into everything, taints it, ruins it. I can’t enjoy my life. I should never have gotten with you, because I knew, deep in my heart, something would ruin it. I should have stayed alone. At least I was able to get through my day without constantly reliving the torture…”
I can feel his pain, but my own is too great to cosset him right now.
“And I can’t even go back to being alone… not now. You’ve made your mark on me, Tammy. I’ll never again be able to live alone and semi-happy, able to push my mind past how it feels to be totally and pathetically in love with someone. I’ll never again be able to almost ignore how bad it hurts that I can’t have a normal life, ever.” I plaster my hands over my eyes and cry and cry. “Why did you have yo come home? I was doing okay… really I was…”
I’m breaking his heart… I know… but I can’t…







