He gives me this look that makes me feel like it’s okay, I’m going to be okay—I don’t think he’d let me not be, actually.

rollicking

“Feelings change, Gige. They ebb and flow—I know you know that. You’ve been the primary support person for an alcoholic for the last six years, and you were what you were for Oliver out of love, not because of how you felt about him.” Sam raises his eyebrows knowingly. “I guarantee there were days where you were what you were to him despite how you

And I’ll never know, and as a general rule of thumb, I don’t allow myself to dwell on the what-ifs of life, but this one, this particular path that could have been mine to wander down—where maybe I could have had two fathers instead of none?

regally.

myriad

But I need to as her boyfriend, so something’s gotta give, Ol, and it’s never going to be her.”

“And I don’t know how to reconcile being what she deserves me to be for her and who you need me to be for you. I don’t think they can coexist.”

precarious