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He wanted to tell him how much he loved him, but...

 The way the light of the setting sun washed over his face as he animatedly explained the plot of this new book in his favorite series made John look radiant, Thomas would go so far as to say divine, even, and when the light breeze blew John’s shaggy, chestnut brown hair out of his face, revealing his adorable freckles, Thomas almost felt his heart explode.

Thomas wanted to tell John he loved him, but the thought of John being quiet, even just long enough to listen, didn’t seem worth it. So, Thomas just admired the man next to him on the pier, falling more and more in love with every syllable John spoke.

“Boys!” The two men looked behind them to Susan, pushing the baby stroller past the pier. “It’s getting late, the twins are asleep, let’s go home!”

John smiled at Thomas, who smiled back. They nodded to each other, and walked off the pier, hand in hand, back to their girlfriend. 

During the short walk, Thomas squeezed John’s hand, trying to transfer all of his affection for John through his actions, but it didn’t feel quite right. I wasn’t enough.

He wasn’t sure if John would be able to hear him, but he had to say it. His voice was barely a whisper, probably lost in the chilly fall wind that blew through as he spoke.

“I love you, John…”
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