Rules should always be bent, if not broken. It's the only way to have any fun.

And just as I start to move past him, my hip accidentally rubs against his, and his face is so close, and his eyes so deep, that I can't help but lift my fingers to his smooth, sculptured cheek. Then without even thinking, I close my eyes, lean in, and kiss him.

It's not that kind of love. It's the real kind. The unconditional kind. The nonjudgemental kind. Not the physical kind. I love you as a fellow soul who inhabits this earth. I love you as a fellow immortal. I love you because I finally understand what made you the way you are. And if I could change it, I would. But I can't—so I choose to love you instead. And my hope is that my acceptance of you will spur you to do something good too, but if not—" I shrug. "At least I can say I tried.

The heart knows no logic, and rarely corresponds with the brain.

So you’ve made a friend. How sad for them.

I look at him more than a little shocked by his words knowing how much he likes being right being in charge most people do.

And now I'm right back where I started. Sober and miserable.