Henry
For the next few months, I stopped hanging with Maggie, Eileen, and Beatriz. Keeping in touch mostly via text or social media. I knew at this point I couldn't hide my relationship with Edi, but I still wasn't ready to talk about it with the people in my world.
As if that weren't bad enough, I'd yet to squash the daydreams I'd begun having for weeks after New Year's. Daydreams of Aaron. I'd convinced myself there was nothing wrong with harmless daydreaming, especially since it was never about anything dirty or s****l. The dreams consisted mostly of us talking—of him looking at me in that way that turned my insides to mush—a tiny and innocent reminder that for a part of me, my other world was still very much alive. I knew it was wrong to think of Edi's and my worlds as two different
