Tyrone ultimately said nothing. He handed me an ice pack and then returned to his room.
But for me, his silence was a tiny win. At least he didn't argue with me anymore.
I thought Tyrone was lying; he just couldn't be honest.
But I guess we're even now. Because I didn't tell him that I somewhat enjoyed this pain. I returned to my room and tossed the ice bag aside. I took out my previous notebook and flipped to the plans I had listed back then. Now, those words felt like they were from another lifetime, and I even found myself a bit ridiculous.
I tore out that page, crumpled the paper into a ball, and threw it into the trash can.
I no longer needed any plan. From now on, I would follow my truest feelings and no longer distort my thoughts.
If Tyrone can't accept me for who I am, then o
