But he was mine. Broken by the worlds' standards, he was still the strongest boy I would ever know. My best friend. The boy I'd given everything to. My heart, my body, and the promise of forever. The day I'd needed him most, he walked away. He left me shattered and questioning the love I'd thought we'd shared. It wouldn't have mattered if he wasn't the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. My fingers still would have ached to caress his skin. My body still would have begged to get lost in his touch. And my heart . . . it would have always sung his name. Can we find a way to love again, or have the fears of our past stolen the hope of our forever . . .