Part 4 - Paul’s POV

For three months I had spent almost every single day with you, and the more time I spent with you the more I loved you. And every single day it broke my heart to know that you could never love me the way I loved you.

You were so handsome, so talented, so perfect, you had everything going for you. I was just a young art student who would still have been stealing canvases and struggling for money had you and Rich not come along. I was thankful to you both, really I was. It was the best thing that ever could have happened to me.

But I wanted more. I wanted you. There were so many times where I just wanted to tell you I loved you, to tell you how much I wanted you. We spent all those nights together writing songs and coming up with new material. Every so often you would reach out and touch my arm, or your hand would brush against mine, and it took every bit of restraint I had not to just grab you and kiss you like I dreamt of doing so often.

But dreams were not enough. I wanted you, I wanted to kiss you and make love to you and prove to you that I was good enough to be with you. But while my heart was only saying yes, my mind was still telling me that you were too perfect for me. I knew that it was time to follow my heart.

part 5