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221 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 18, 2020
Sometimes he felt as if he’d been born tired.
Ah, I can’t send this now. It’s too much. But I can’t delete it either, and somehow I must tell you. Tell you that you are my sun, moon, and stars, and if you will only allow me this one moment of selfishness, I will give you the whole of the rest of my life.
The truth is you unspool things inside me. I think you had my heart from the moment you proposed to me, and you sealed it when you flirted with me via email and text. Tonight I came to the coffee shop ready to apply reason and sense to this madness, and yet all it took was one look at you, one touch of your hand and I saw no point in rationality or sanity. I made my best effort to voice my concerns, and with one kiss you erased everything. You’re apologizing for distracting me; I am red-faced at the idea that I fucked you over a table when I was supposed to be having a conversation.
Since the moment you proposed to me, I feel as if I keep tumbling off cliffs, and yet somehow I have yet to experience a single bruise.
You are unlike anyone I’ve ever met, a dazzling array of contradictions and depth that lure me like a siren.
I’m attracted to you, and you’ve made it plain you’re attracted to me. You don’t mind the snarls I’ve tied myself into, the self-hatred I’m still trying to unknot from eighteen years of not being able to say even to myself who I was.
“Well, I care, but I want to be with you as you struggle, to help you find your way out. As for hating yourself, I hate myself sometimes too. Perhaps if we love each other, we can each learn to love ourselves.”
I was so afraid of being gay.
THE first time Valentyn had sex with a man, he vomited afterward.
I don’t know how you can love me, a wreck of a man such as I am. But my whole body, heart, and mind belong to you, should you care for any part of them
I didn’t sit down one day and make up the rules in my head. My brain invented them for its own reasons, and when I try to undo those rules, I have to approach the part of me that made them with respect and care. The therapist I have now is really great, and she tells me to thank my brain for taking such good care of me. My brain behaves this way as self protection, and who is better than my brain to understand what protection I need?
I don’t think I can marry you tomorrow. But I don’t want to leave this country, and I can’t imagine marrying anyone else, for any reason, even though that is such a foolish thing to say. You make me feel so foolish, koshenya. So beautifully, achingly foolish.