No matter where you go or what you do to distract yourself, reality catches up with you eventually.
I’m the wind beneath your wings.
Go try your charming act on some tramp with low self-esteem, because I’m not falling for it.
You can’t control everything. Sometimes you just need to relax and have faith that things will work out. Let go a little and just let life happen.
No rush. This time things were slow and earnest. This time I wasn’t looking for an escape. This time it was about him. About me. About honesty and compassion and everything I’d never expected to find in Wesley Rush.
I don’t think normal exists.
Screw nightmares. I was waking up.
Because I want to see you with someone better than him. Someone who will see how lucky they are to have you.
I’m perfectly fine with being used. But I would like to know for what I’m being used. Distraction That much I gathered. What am I supposed to be distracting you from? There’s a chance that if I knew, I could do my job more effectively.
Then maybe I’ll hit on this sweaty, oversexed football player. Maybe we’ll have meaningful discussions about politics and philosophy while we bump ’n grind. Ugh. Yeah, right.
It’s never too late.
The winter sky has already turned black, but I could still see Wesley’s gray eyes in the darkness. They were exactly the color of the sky before a thunderstorm.