“are you jealous?” “only of your hands-on physiotherapist.” “yeah, you should be.”

“you-you mean me right?” “yes, he means you, modesty boy.”

“you mean that?” “the bisexual part of me is the part that lets me love you.”

“am I interrupting something?” “just ollie, professing his love.”

“it’s our chance to relive paris.” “it’s everything we’ve dreamed about.”

“oh, is that a parisian suite for us to eat, pray and mostly love in?”

“don’t worry there will still be plenty of time for love, like at the top of the eiffel tower.”

“good luck.”

“you can’t give up the london writers academy for me.” “well it can wait. right now, I want to be here for you.”

“shouldn’t you be at prom?” “it didn’t feel right when the person I care most about is here.”

“well then we’ll have to have prom here.”

Drink you up,

I hold your existence in my soul.

We are one and the same

And I wouldn’t have it

Any other way.

How do you own me

And love me

And change me for the better,

And hold me the way you do?

How is it, love,

That you can tear me down

And build me back up even better

Than I was to begin with?

bloom bloom

San Diego, California