just wouldn’t be worth it and he grew resigned to knowing that his own life just wouldn’t
be anything with that hole inside. The thought of someone or more than just one kicking at
him, punching at him, it didn’t appeal to him and in fact it did scare him but that fear was
nothing compared to the fear of trying to live with that hole inside.
“Maybe!”
“Noah!”
“I don’t care Dakota, if I can’t be with you, what difference does it make?”
“Fuck that is dumb, you will find someone else, give it time, shit man, you can’t just…
I mean…”
“Find someone else? Yeah maybe, but they’ll never touch me the way you have, they’ll
never make me feel the way you do, even now, so why bother? I don’t want second best, I want
you.”
“Noah… please, think about this…”
“I have. I mean it, I don’t give a shit what Hector or any of them do if it means not
having you, don’t you see that? We are meant for each other, I knew that the second I saw
you leaning on the locker, you know it, you felt it too, tell me you didn’t, tell me right
now you don’t feel the same way? Go on, tell me!”
“I can’t… shit you know that.”
