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Brian nodded.
“If I don’t. Seriously. If something goes wrong. I need you to do this again.”
“Do what?”
“This. Love. Let someone love you.”
“Fuck you.”
“I mean it Brian.”
“So do I. Fuck you.”
“But if I’m not here.”
“Then that’s it, but you keep talking like this and I’m calling the whole fucking thing off. I’ll see you in a couple of hours. You don’t believe that, they’re not even allowed to start.”
“I know. I’ll be fine. I know that. I just need to hear you promise.”
“Then we’re going home now.”
“Brian.”
”I’m not gonna start lying to you now. You want me to promise I’ll put myself through this again. Bullshit. Once. You. So I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”
“Okay.”
“Justin.”
“Yeah?”
“I do love you. Can’t love anyone else. Don’t ask me to.” -Vamphile, "Keeping it Together"
The responsibility we bear to each other is overwhelming. I don't think Brian and I are like regular people. I don't think we love each other like regular people do. Maybe I shouldn't say shit like that, but that's what I think.
Okay, I know I'm not the most experienced guy in the world, and Brian's more of a virgin than I am when it comes to being with someone--being with one someone. But I have Ethan to go by, and I see how other people are, and I just, sort of, know it's true. Ethan and I had regular, every-day kind of love. It was nice and steady and, God, unbelievably comforting, but it wasn't life and death. It wasn't all-consuming. We weren't something totally different and totally better for being with one another. Brian and I become something different for being together, we're so much more who we're supposed to be when we're together than when we're on our own. - Myrna, "If You Needed Me"
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