At the end of the day it's about how much you can bear, how much you can endure. Being together, we harm nobody; being apart, we extinguish ourselves.

The sight of such aching beauty would infuse his soul with pain.

And I know how he feels–it’s so good it hurts.

You've always been my best friend, my soul mate, and now I've fallen in love with you too. Why is that such a crime?

He is my soul mate, my fresh air, the reason I look forward to getting up every morning.

Pressed up against him, I can feel the thud of his heart against mine, his ribcase expanding and contracting rapidly against my chest, the warm whisper of his breath tickling the side of my neck, the brush of his leg against my thigh. Resting my arms on his shoulders, I pull back a little to get a look at his face. But he isn't smiling any more.

I mean, at the end of the day, what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it can't be you?