“If being queer meant loving Aaron, then he'd own the label, at least internally.”

“I just wanted..."Aaron stepped closer."To kiss you good-bye," he finished for Greg.”

“I don't care if you wear white to your coming-out party and pretend to be a virgin, but you're gay, Kit. G-A-Y. Gay! So gay, fairies everywhere will weep that your machismo avoided their gaydar for so long.”

“Hello, Aaron," Brigid said, sliding up to him and running a finger down his chest. "You'relooking good .. . as always."Aaron lifted her finger off his shirt and let it drop. "Put some clothing on, Brigid."She smiled up at him. "Why? Tempted?""Yeah, to cover my eyes.”

“God, I loved him. I could insist I was okay with just being friends, that I'd find someone else and get over him, but I was fooling myself. There was no getting past this. I loved him, and fifty years from now we could be married to other people, never exchanged so much as a kiss, and I'd still looking into his eyes and know he was the one. He'd always be the one.”

“All love is is two people being stupid together. ”

“It was completely fifth garde and completely silly and I loved it, because he wasn't afraid to be silly. It was like kissing him first - I could do whatever I wanted and not have to worry what he'd think of me.”