Or at least so I tell myself.
I am happy for you and Corey; I really am. I hope yours is a family.
Much Love,
Mark
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Tate honestly didn’t know if he wanted to read anymore. It was bad enough that he had just lost his father, a man whom he adored, but to make this discovery now, to find this aching hole in his heart, this life of unfulfilled love (in spite of the words he had just read, which sounded more to Tate like his father was trying to convince himself of something, rather than Randy) tore Tate apart.
He wished he could talk to Dad, wished he could tell him that he didn’t have to make the sacrifice he had.
He shook his head. Who was Tate to say his father had made a sacrifice? Maybe the life he had was good enough, maybe he was fulfilled, maybe he took comfort in the fac
