Three and a half years ago, Daphne walked into my shop, kicked open the door to my soul, invited herself inside, and got comfortable. By the time I realized she'd made herself at home, it was too late to kick her out. Now, I'm in love with her. But I'm not her boyfriend. She's not my lover. We're just friends... Trevor's it for me. I love him so much it drives me crazy. But we're broken-two battered people whose souls have been ravaged by the world. We decided a long time ago that we wanted to love each other but not attempt to fix one another. Instead, we give each other as much as we can. I'm beginning to wonder if that's ever going to be enough... I don't want to be her bandaid. I don't want to be his addiction. But if we never cross that line, will I lose her? If I don't tell him what I want, will I lose myself?