“Maybe I’m an idiot, going half my life without wanting anyone, then falling so hard and so fast for a person I barely know. But he smells like everything I’ve never had, and he feels like home, and he makes sense out of the broken parts of me I’ve been carrying around for thirty fucked-up years. I don’t know what else I could possibly do. Until I remember that forgetting is how I’ve stayed alive this long, and I’m never going to be able to forget this.”