chapter twenty-one
WILL
Trying to fight off love is like counting to infinity or escaping from a black hole. It can’t be done.
After driving home from the Frasiers’ last night, I realized that ignoring my feelings for Morgan would only make them fester.
Because these weren’t just ordinary affections.
My every desire was to make Morgan happy. To be close to her. To make her smile. I wanted to share the fractions of my soul that weren’t bruised by my childhood with her and watch her accept them.
My hope was that she would accept them.
The only untarnished fragment of me was music. So I stayed up all night composing a piece for her, inspired by her smile and her laughter. By her stubbornness and quick wit. By her compassion and sweetness. By her assertiveness and zest for life.
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