No Dimitri interrupted gently. He moved his face toward mine our foreheads nearly touching. It wont happen to you. Youre too strong. Youll fight it just like you did thistime.I only did because you were here. He wrapped his arms around me and I buried my face in his chest. I cant do it by myself I whispered.You can he said. There was a tremulous note in his voice. Youre strongyoure so so strong. Its why I love you.

Each of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we cant strike them all by ourselves

I know enough to know that no woman should ever marry a man who hated his mother.

The damage was permanent there would always be scars. But even the angriest scars faded over time until it was difficult to see them written on the skin at all and the only thing that remained was the memory of how painful it had been.

NO. No no no. I dont want to screw you. I just love you. When did who you want to screw become the whole game Since when is the person you want to screw the only person you get to love Its so stupid Tiny I mean Jesus who even gives a fuck about sex People act like its the most important thing humans do but come on. How can our sentient fucking lives revolve around something slugs can do. I mean who you want to screw and whether you screw them Those are important questions I guess. But theyre not that important. You know whats important Who would you die for Who do you wake up at five forty-five in the morning for even though you dont even know why he needs you Whose drunken nose would you pick

My great hope is to laugh as much as I cry to get my work done and try to love somebody and have the courage to accept the love in return.

I belong to my beloved and my beloved is mine.

I wondered what happened when you offered yourself to someone and they opened you only to discover you were not the gift they expected and they had to smile and nod and say thank you all the same.

Im about to make a wild extreme and severe relationship rule the word busy is a load of crap and is most often used by assholes. The word busy is the relationship Weapon of Mass Destruction. It seems like a good excuse but in fact in every silo you uncover all youre going to find is a man who didnt care enough to call. Remember men are never to busy to get what they want.

You only need one man to love you. But him to love you free like a wildfire crazy like the moon always like tomorrow sudden like an inhale and overcoming like the tides. Only one man and all of this.