"i was never rewriting my life when i met you. there was no rewrite, oscar, because this is how it was always supposed to be written. i am supposed to be with you. you are supposed to be with me. nothing else makes sense.”
his eyes glass.
i continue on, “i love you. i love run-around-the-world oscar. i love flirty oscar, tactical bodyguard oscar, snack monster oscar”—everyone laughs, but i hold onto his laughter, his joyful tears that stream like mine—“my number one fan oscar, sexy oscar, intelligent as a motherfucker oscar, a ride-or-die friend oscar, a good brother oscar, kiss me when the sun rises oscar, my one and only oscar…the love of my life oscar.”
he’s nodding, overwhelmed, our cheeks wet with emotion.
“you’re my everything oscar.”
“you think i'm not scared too? i’m running at a half-open window that you almost keep closing!”
he chokes on emotion. “what do you have to lose?”
“you!”