And So I’ll Let You Go, And

I Never Understood The Point Of Being Sad When I Could Choose To Be Happy

Zen Cuts Straight Through The Quidditch Match In Progress And Almost Gets Taken Down By A Beater Hurling A Nerf Quaffle Right At His Machopartes.

So Everything We Believe About Happiness Is Wrong," I Said. He Nodded. Everything?" I Asked, When What I Meant Was, Everything? Including You? Including Me? And Marcus, Being Marcus, Knew What I Really Wanted To Know, And Answered My Silent, More Significant Question. He Held Up His Hand To Shield The Rays And Looked Me In The Eyes. Almost.

And Now, As I'm Lying Alone In My Own Bed, I Keep Thinking About Writhing Against Him Last Night, Naked And Vulnerable. Even After We'd Both Risen And Fallen, Peaked And Plummeted, Even After Marcus Was Physically Shrinking From Inside Me, I Couldn't Stop Clutching, Crying, Trying. Trying To Pull Him Deeper, Deeper, Deeper Within. Trying To Make Him More A Part Of Me Than I Am Myself.

I Love You, Too." But This Hopeful Farewell Does Little To Bring Peace Of Mind, Even Now. Loving You Has Never Been The Problem. What's Troubling Me Is How Loving You May Never Be Enough.