I wanted you to be my first.
Julie A. RichmanHe was the All-American Boy. Handsome, polite, top student, great athlete, buddy, boyfriend, son, soon-to-be frat brother. Schooner kept everyone happy.
Schooner Moore had no fucking idea who he really was.
Christian Louboutin made you cry. So I bought you Jimmy Choo’s.
Julie A. RichmanI’ve waited a lifetime. A lifetime. You are mine. No one is ever going to take you from me again. No one is ever going to touch you again. No one. Ever.
Julie A. RichmanSchooner and CJ. Like Ken and Barbie come to life. They were the epitome of every out-of-stater’s fantasy of what the quintessential California boy and California girl looked like. Schooner and CJ. They were beautiful and they looked like they belonged together.
Julie A. RichmanSchooner and Mia did not just look like they belonged together, Schooner and Mia belonged together.
Julie A. RichmanI love you.”
“It’s smoochal.
If you want me to tell you that I love you, I will do that – but I don’t think those words even begin to describe what I feel for you and I don’t know what the right words are.”
“You just said them.
till we meet again.
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