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Raising both of his hands before him, he admitted, "No wonder we are friends... we are both messes."
I felt happy that I could discuss something like this with someone, especially someone as superb as Jonathan. I mean, for a long time I couldn't even come to terms with the fact that I loved Nolan.
But it was the truth, raw and unaltered.
I was in love with Nolan Carruther Hardman. Did I want to love him? Uh, yes. Sorry, I guess the more accurate question would be: did I like that I had fallen for him? No. I hated that just thoughts about him could make me lose my sh!t.
Tapping Jonathan's knee, I let out, "There's one last thing I would like to share with you."
"Oh, I'm ready," he responded, his attention now fully on me.
Clearing my throat, I declared, "I may not be the only
