All this time I had been trying to figure
out the secrets of the universe, the
secrets of my own body, of my own
heart. All of the answers had always
been so close and yet I had always
fought them without even knowing it.
From the minute I’d met Dante, I had
fallen in love with him. I just didn’t let
myself know it, think it, feel it.
We all fight our own private wars.
As Dante and I lay on our backs in the
bed of my pickup and gazed out at the
summer stars, I was free. Imagine that.
Aristotle Mendoza, a free man. I wasn’t
I took Dante’s hand and held it.
How could I have ever been ashamed
of loving Dante Quintana?
"He finally grew into his bow tie." -taylor1021
Pictures of Sunsets through Shattered Mirrors by Bing Wright