Thank you for this very kind and heartening comment, Rogeric. I am glad you were touched by this story, and that it held your interest. Andy and Zander will always inhabit a part of me, and I hope they will do the same for you.
This is a lovely second installment. You a very, very good about describing the 'is he or isn't he serious?' question. That Roger gets hit with both Charlie's coming out, and forced into his own at the same time is so very real in terms of the characters Yiu ha built up. I should definitely like a third, and fourth chapter. And more than that, too.
This is an excellent story, telling us exactly what we need to know without overplaying details. You make it about Cory and his pain, without having that character present at all. Wonderfully done.
Thank you for these very kind words. And if you feel you came to know her just a little through this poem, then perhaps you will see her smile and hear here laughter distilled in these verses.
A perfectly wonderful chapter. Alex can unwrap Liam, and maybe somehow, somehow, Bryce and Nathan will connect. That would be a wonderfully sweet cadence to this delightful symphony to love.
Two beautiful, beautiful poems, tim. They speak to my heart in a language I recognize immediately. To be equals in the dance is a great and wonderful thing; a thing for rejoicing.
Thank you for some awesome reading , tim. This is just the story I needed. I loved seeing Don figuring out that his Louis has changed, and that he can be good with that. Now for a move to a new place!
You offer a vivid picture of part of your life. Moreover, your self reflection is thoughtful and engaging. Thank you for sharing this part of yourself.
I am glad you think it beautiful. As I said to tim, it is the sound of Mom's laughter and amusement I still hear echoing in my mind. Joy was her companion, I think. And it was a pure delight to post this on Skinny's birthday. He was so pleased to show me this form.
Thank you, tim. My own mathematical eye had trouble discerning the pattern of end words at first. Eventually things seemed to click. Mom would probably have blushed and laughed - more than anything, it is the sound of laughter that still rings in my head.