“Afraid? Of you? I’m not afraid of anything. Except for maybe being afraid this dock might fall to pieces beneath the hardness of me when you’re beside me like this. Or, possibly, of the way I dream about you every night. Of the way, maybe, that I’d sacrifice my whole life, any future plans, for the epiphany of maneuvering a cigarillo between your lips.” LoveDespairAnxiety Book:This Thing Called Courage: South Boston Stories Source: This Thing Called Courage: South Boston Stories