Josh
“The looks were never the variable. The decision was.”
Start Reading BelowHe was not what you would call handsome.
That is not an insult. That is just the truth and Josh would be the first one to tell you.
Humongous nose with a scar running across it like a road through a mountain. Big lips. A patch of bumps on the back of his neck that never went away. Maybe 5'9 on a good day.
Women were not lining up to call Josh handsome. That never happened. That was never going to happen.
And Josh did not care even a little bit.
The first time I understood what I was watching was outside his older brother's house. We were sixteen, maybe seventeen. His brother was a firefighter and
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