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316 pages, ebook
First published September 17, 2016
"What's it called when the guy you're with is also with a girl who doesn't know about you?"
"Baby, that's called 'fucked up.'"
"Love was like honey -- a little was good, a lot was amazing, and too much? Well, too much made a big, sticky mess, a sweet mire I was drowning in, alone and more exhausted by the minute."
An hour later, when I knew for sure he was gone, gone, on a plane and gone—the pain of it hit me hard. I cried, clutching my pillow and wondering if I would ever again get to smell Adam's hair, hold him in my arms, or kiss him. Wondering if I even wanted to anymore. Wondering why it all hurt so damn much. I curled up in my bed, determined to stay there until I understood the meaning of my own heart.
Falling back on my bed, I waited. I didn’t know for what exactly. Maybe something that would make everything all right. I waited for my mother to come to my room to say she was sorry, to tell me she loved me. I waited for Adam to come over and make love to me, to kiss my heartbreak away
I opened my mouth to tell him the truth. I wanted him to know I wasn’t going to wait for him, or maybe I was, but not if we just went back to the same old lies and games. I didn’t want to be the guy who lied to a friend and slept with her boyfriend. I didn’t know how to be a gay man, but I knew it didn’t have to look like that.
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I’d been so nervous that first day, so anxious and ready to find out just what the year ahead would bring. I never could have imagined it would have brought me Adam or Sarah or Robert. I couldn’t have imagined I’d have friends like Leslie and Mike, or I’d have a boyfriend and a lot of sex. I never could have known it would bring me up so high and down so low. I’d discovered so much about myself—things I was proud of and things I didn’t like. And I’d found out that love wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Not when the world is against you.Without giving away much more of the plot, I can't say that I loved every minute of it, nor especially liked some of the characters, but "Pictures of You" felt real and true and I cannot wait to read the next three books in the series to find out what happens to Peter in the 90's.
