Chapter 10
July 10. We take a walk at midnight, which is scathing hot, dripping wet with humidity and heat and the remains of a day filled with the blistering sun. Hand in hand, with flashlights at our sides, we trot over a wide path through the woods; a dangerous yet exciting walk between men, weaving to and fro on the summery, dark green path, sometimes bumping arms into each other, even if their hands are perfectly entwined, as one.
Where do we walk to? Everywhere. Nowhere. Somewhere. Does it really matter? Neither of us think so, as long as we are together, here like this, side by side and enjoying each other’s company.
“What is love to you, Dayton?”
He becomes quiet for a few seconds and ponders my question. “Love is…ambiguous.”
“I agree with that.”
“There are many forms of love
