Priceless

Three things in my life were fact. I needed Sarah to survive. I needed sex to remain sane. And I could never mix sex with Sarah. I just knew—deep in my marrow—that if I did, I’d somehow lose her. All my deepest darkest secrets would crack open, bleed out, and ruin everything between us. I wouldn’t unleash the shit inside me on my worst enemy, let alone her. So she stayed strictly in the friend zone. People probably thought I never went there with her because of her cerebral palsy, but f*ck them.