Prologue
"Starlight, starbright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight."
How many people told me that little poem would never work? How many times had my best friend Ash told me that just repeating those two little lines reserved exclusively for six year olds would never make a gay guy love me?
Way too many to count. And she was right. No matter what I did, Marco would never love me as anything more than a best friend. He was so blinded by Dylan. So I'd decided to take matters into my own hands.
However, what started out as a simple plan turned into something I couldn't ever take back, much less control...
"Starlight, starbright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight."
How many people told me that little poem would never work? How many times had my best friend Ash told me that just repeating those two little lines reserved exclusively for six year olds would never make a gay guy love me?
Way too many to count. And she was right. No matter what I did, Marco would never love me as anything more than a best friend. He was so blinded by Dylan. So I'd decided to take matters into my own hands.
However, what started out as a simple plan turned into something I couldn't ever take back, much less control...
