Nobody is happy all the damn time. It doesn't work like that. But if you are more happy than sad then maybe you aren't barely existing
He leans towards me for a kiss and our mouths fuse. I explode. I'm all over him, absorbing his warmth and the beat of his heart. It's like he knows my pain, and he's trying to erase it. It's like he's bringing me back to life with every brush of ou...
This mix of love and hate, this blend of trust and hurt I have for him is so confusing even I can't understand it. He leaves, and I break.
A single fleeting word has the power to make or break a person.
