“Joy is …” Stay on track. “Joy is …” Don’t think about it.
And then suddenly, it’s word vomit like I’ve never done in my life.
“Joy is gentle. Good. Funny. Daring. Vivacious. Beautiful. Smart. Tough. Caring. She is everything aperson spends their whole life trying to be, and she doesn’t even realize just how good she is. Thisworld doesn’t deserve her. I don’t deserve her.”
“You don’t know the half of it.”
Neither do I, really. I see that now. Maybe I made a deal with Joy and maybe I even shared a bed withher. But I never got to fully know her.
And yet, what I do know, I love. I want to spend the rest of my life learning to love the rest of her, too.
“Is that all I’m getting from you?” Cindy’s pushing and prodding and I know what she wants, just howI know I don’t want to give it to he
