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     Why did I fucking ask? Eds argued with himself. Why me. Is it because I'm so fucking delicate and weak. Is that what he sees in me? I don't want him to love me because he pities me. I don't want him to think I'm worth protecting because I need it. That what my fucking mom thought, and so did my fucking wife. Edward grew angry at first because of the possibility that Richie might just be like the others that had also "loved" him; but Richie wasn't like that.

     You're braver than you think. Eddie remembered. Richie was different from Myra and Sonia. Richie was different because Richie loved him differently. Richard loved Eddie, all for the right reasons. Not because of pity, but because of love. (God. That sounded so cheesy). Richard's affection even made Edward feel differently compared to Myra's and Sonia's; both women made Eddie feel suffocated with affection by babying him. But Richie, Rich made Eddie feel like he could do anything, made him feel braver. Eds felt happy when Rich was around. What Richard offered was way more than whatever the two women could ever offer: security within himself.

     Eddie loved Richie back, and this was something he was definitely sure of. The one thing he could never manage to second guess. Eddie was in love. And he felt great to finally accept that. But he's still married.

(I know this was short as hell but I didn't want to rush anything in the story) I know this 'book' doesn't have enough publicly for this, but I kinda want feedback.

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