When we finished eating, I got comfortable on my bed, my head propped up on pillows. Terrence lay across his on his stomach.
For the most part, what remained of my evening with Terrence past quietly, peacefully, and easily. I enjoyed spending time with Terrence. It was an unassuming passage of time, silent but for the stolen glances and openly shared smiles driven by the antics of unrealistically funny people. I felt comfortable in his presence, far more comfortable that I would have imagined, or deserved.
While I was well aware that I had been in love with the fantasy of who I had imagined Terrence was, the truth I discovered that night was far more attractive. Here was this sad boy who sought after laughter like oxygen, and all I wanted was to hear him laugh. Well, that and the feel of
