Yeah, you could say her and I are lovers. She wouldn’t say it, and neither would I, but you could.
Jarod KintzLove is inaudible—until you hear it. And once you do, you’ll never forget the sound of her voice.
Jarod KintzWe made love like Mondays on the moon at noon. I was her Neil Armstrong, and she was my midnight.
Jarod KintzOur love was a two-person game. At least until one of us died, and the other became a murderer.
Jarod Kintz