Don't talk, let me think it over
How we gonna fix this?
How we gonna undo all the pain?
Tell me, is it even worth it?
Looking for a straight line
Taking back the time we can't replace.
All the crossed wires,
Just making us tired
Is it too late to bring us back to life?
When I close my eyes and try to sleep
I fall apart, fighting hard to breathe
You're the reason, the only reason
Even though my dizzy head is numb,
I swear my heart is never giving up
You're the reason, the only reason.
I feel you, burning under my skin
I swear I see you shining
Brighter than the flame inside your eyes.
Bitter words spoken
Everything's broken
It's never too late, to bring us back to life.
Tears blurred my vision and spilled over my cheeks until I couldn't see the page anymore. Blinking furiously against tears, I quickly shut the book, placing it back on the desk and grabbing Michael's change of clothes. I knew there was something about that book. I knew there was something about those pages from the moment I saw untouched words and the title written in sloppy handwriting that was undeniably Michael's:
The Only Reason
I sat back onto his bed, squeezing his clothes tightly to my chest and breathing in his scent. I was unbelievably touched by the song as it was. The lyrics were full of emotion and meaning and I knew Michael wasn't one to take such things lightly.
But what really hit me hard?
I was the only reason.
Michael wrote about me.
Right?
At least that's what made sense. I mean, who else has Michael been around lately? And we have kissed more than once. And I pray that the feelings are mutual, that Michael trusts me as much as I trust him. We rely on each other and pick up the broken pieces. Maybe I was something for him. I certainly hoped so.
And what was it that Luke said? Right, something about Michael chasing me and only getting hurt. How could he get hurt if he didn't care?
So maybe The Only Reason was about me.
Does that mean Michael loves me the way I love him?
Wait, hold up.
I love Michael.
Shit, this is gonna hurt.
***
"Stupid gravity!" I heard Michael whine as he lumbered down the hallway and back into the living room, now dressed in old gym shorts and a tank.
"What's wrong with you?" I laughed, looking up at him as I fixed the pillows and blankets for him on the couch. I told Michael he could sleep in my bed but he wanted to watch old animated shows on TV.
