Regret swallows broken men whole. Acceptance builds them anew.
Not the way he looks, but specifically the way he looks at me threatens my inhibitions. It’s all greedy yearning.
One of the many reasons I love libraries. Everyone is lost and not wanting to be found in a library.
Millions of pages cloaked in dust and inspiration and wisdom.
Right now in this space, I feel a brand new pull to him. I’ve always been drawn to his features, his brilliance, his laughter, his passion. But right now I’m attracted to his pain. It makes him human. It makes him real. It makes him something he ...
I know how it fees to plead. I know how it feels to wish someone would give you a chance to help them.
Love, deep and pure, it opens my heart. It feels like a magical force, one I’d fight to protect, one I’d die to keep.
Even when I don’t know the people, I still find their faults. Or invent them.
Tears ache in my throat and each time his lips caress mine I’m closer to the dam within me bursting open. He’s undoing me, tearing out my demons with burning strokes of his lips and the salty taste of his mouth. In his arms, I’m changing, becom...
