All this time I had been trying to figure
out the secrets of the universe, the
secrets of my own body, of my own
heart. All of the answers had always
been so close and yet I had always
fought them without even knowing it.
From the minute I’d met Dante, I had
fallen in love with him. I just didn’t let
myself know it, think it, feel it.
We all fight our own private wars.
As Dante and I lay on our backs in the
bed of my pickup and gazed out at the
summer stars, I was free. Imagine that.
Aristotle Mendoza, a free man. I wasn’t
afraid anymore.
I took Dante’s hand and held it.
How could I have ever been ashamed
of loving Dante Quintana?
YA LIT MEME♔ → Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe
“I wondered what that was like, to hold someone’s hand. I bet you could sometimes find all of the mysteries of the universe in someone’s hand.”
“… The simple thing would be to say that I love you. But, in truth, it’s so much more than that. I want you, America. I need you.”
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Kinda wished he’d left a note. You know what I mean?
