Chapter 12
“My place is here. I don’t belong anyplace else.”
“I think we’re meant to be together, Bay. The two of us in a small loft somewhere in Queens. The artist and his lover. Just us. We could be such fascinating lovers to each other, beyond best friends. I could take care of you. I could give you the world. Everything.”
“I’m not your lover. I’ll never be your lover. You need to learn that. You need to knowthat.”
Sam stopped mixing his puddle of paint and lowered his head. He closed his eyes, but wasn’t crying. “It’s hard to love someone who doesn’t love in return. I’ve found my soul mate, and he finds me invisible. I’ll never understand this. I’ll never learn or know it in full.”