I folded the letter carefully and put it back into the envelope. My bath towel was still wrapped around my waist, and I was hard beneath it. I tapped the envelope against the knuckles of my left hand, trying to think of the perfect thing to say. I smiled at her when I realized that it would take me a lot longer than a couple of minutes to think of it.
"I love you so much, Mom," I finally said. I shook my head. "I was trying to think of the perfect thing to say, to express how amazing you are and how lucky I am. Maybe in a few years, it will come to me. For now, all I can say is I love you too, in a way no son should love his mom, and I don't care what the world thinks of me for it."
She cried out and leapt from her chair, diving onto me and knocking me back on the bed. She kissed my mout
