He Changed Me (BoyxBoy)

Epilogue: Part One

The epilogue is going to be in two parts. This is already long and I have another long part t write So I decided to cut it in two. You'll also find the translation here -_- Enjoy 

Travis

            I turned right as I entered the second floor of our home. The soft soles of the white moccasin made no noise on the hardwood floor as I walked. Reaching for the handle, I turned it once it was in my grasp and exited one space to enter another. I padded up the stairs where I knew the love of my life would be waiting. That’s his favorite place to be, no matter the hour or the weather. It’s where he could see and hear the beach better than anywhere in our home.

            When I saw him his back was turned to me but I could see his profile as clear as the day. I had to stop and grab onto the wall to catch my breath. Looking at him reminded me of the night I asked him to marry me. I hadn’t seen him for hours then I saw him talking to Mickey and I couldn’t breathe. I was going to wait to ask him to marry me, but seeing him that night and the conversation I had had earlier with my father just empowered me. I revealed to myself just how much I wanted to marry him and I didn’t want to waste another day.

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            “Porque no? Mama y tu se casaron cundo tenían diecisiete anos? Tu no entiendes cuanto lo amo, y quiero casarme con el. Pensé que tu sobre todos entenderías. No estoy pidiendo tu permiso, okay? Solo necesito tu apoyo, de verdad, de verdad necesito tu apoyo.”

             “Why not? You and mom got married when you were seventeen? You don’t understand how much I love him and I want to marry him. I thought you of all people would understand. I’m not asking for your permission, okay? I just need your support. I really, really need your support”           

            “Travis, tienes toda una vida para descubrirlo”

            “Travis, you have all your life to figure this out.”

            “Si tus padres te hubieran dicho eso a ti cuando decidistes casarte con mama los hubieras mandado al infierno.”

             “If your parents had said that to you when you wanted to marry mom you would’ve sent them straight to hell.”

            “Eso es diferente.”

            “That was different.”

            “Como es diferente? Tu la amabas. Yo lo amo a el. Cual es la diferencia?”

              “How’s it different? You loved her. I love him. What’s so different about it?”

            “Porque te apresuras?” 

            “Why are you rushing?”           

            “No me estoy apresurando, papa! Cuando sientes que algo se siente bien, se siente bien y esto es lo que quiero. Lo miro y lo único que veo es a la persona con la cual quiero pasar el resto de mi vida. El es con quien quiero compartir todos mis logros. Quiero encontrar la comodidad en sus brazos, en momentos de derrota, como mi esposo, no como mi novio, ni como mi amante.”

            “I’m not rushing, dad! When it feels right it just does and this is what I want. I look at him and all I see is the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. He’s the one I want to share all my accomplishment with. I want to find comfort in his arms in my times of failure, as my husband, not as my boyfriend, not as my lover.”