If I Could Love You Again
“Taylor… I’m sorry,” Garrett said softly, just barely able to keep the cry out his voice as he finally said the words he’d wished so many times that he had said before, but never had the courage to say. “I didn’t mean it at all.”
This time, things would different…
He was a man now, not a scared boy running from his feelings. And this man was one who would do everything in his power to ensure that his childhood friend and the secret love of his life would never, ever come to a point where Taylor thought his life wasn’t worth living.
Because he couldn't go through that again.
He couldn't stand over his grave again and ask the world WHY.
No, this time would be different. This time Garrett would protect Taylor and make sure his best friend had the life he was supposed to lead.
Or Garret would die from heartache trying.
Garrett and Taylor dashed through the rain, their shoes making swishing sounds as soon as they hit the grass of Garrett's lawn.
“Hurry, hurry,” Garrett urged in a whisper as they reached the bottom of the ladder to the treehouse. He looked over at the kitchen door, but it was too bright outside despite the rain to see anything but ……
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