This was such a great graphic. I'm glad to see a happy story like this one come from it. It's kind of nice to think that it *didn't* take a bomb for Brian to say "I love you" to Justin. Thanks for sharing this.
My favorite passage: I spend the whole cab ride thinking about what he said in the restaurant. Repeats get too complicated, what the fuck?
The whole reason he left me was for some faux-hetero suburban fantasy. He wanted the white picket fence and the husband and the 2 point 5 kids. But instead, he's fucking around. He's working in a diner. He's living in a crappy apartment in New York fucking City. He's being Justin. My Justin.