Time has stopped; time is racing. Lochie's lips are rough yet smooth, hard yet gentle. His fingers are strong: I feel them in my hair and on my neck and down my arms and against my back. And I never want him to let me go.

Before there was anything, there was Lochan.

I feel like I'm going crazy: seeing you every day but never being able to - to hold you, to touch you when anyone else is around. i just want to take your hand, kiss you, hug you, without having to hide all the time. All those things every other couple takes for granted!

I can’t tell you. I can’t tell you of all people. Throughout my life you were the one person I could turn to. The one person I could always count on to understand. And now that I’ve lost you, I’ve lost everything.

Get through today – you can fall apart tomorrow. Get through tomorrow, you can fall apart the day after . . .

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?

If I move, if I speak, if I so much as blink, I'm going to lose this battle.