to love someone is to truly accept them, their beliefs, desires, and their constitutions as they are, and not as they could be in relation to one’s own desires…
“It’s okay,” Caitlyn told him.
It wasn’t really, but there was nothing they could do about it now.
The minute I saw him I knew, absolutely that I had to have him. And as soon as I got him alone, in my bedroom, in between the moments our lips rushed to touch for our first kiss, I said as much.
I don’t want to pity anyone because pity just seems so self-righteous and conceited and condescending and I don’t want to be any of those things.