Mom how do you know if the guy is the guyYou mean if hell be a good husband She pauses then says The ticket is for the man to love the woman more than she loves him.Shouldnt it be equalMom cackles. It can never be equal.But what if the woman loves the man moreA life of hell awaits her. As women the deck is stacked against us because time is our enemy. We age while men season. And trust me there are plenty of women out there looking for a man and they dont mind staking a claim on somebody elses husband no matter how old creaky and deaf they are.

Those questions you have Whether hes the one whether you feel about him the way you should or whether the relationship is going okay When youre not sure whether youre in love with someone or not the answer is not.

To her-Hand in hand we comeChristopher Robin and I To lay this book in your lap.Say youre surprisedSay you like itSay its just what you wantedBecause its yours-because we love you.

This is the part where I kiss you.

I know that youre selfish selfish beyond words and I know that you havent the nerve of a rabbit I know youre a liar and a humbug I know that youre utterly contemptible. And the tragic part is--her face was on a sudden distraught with pain--the tragic part is that notwithstanding I love you with all my heart.

I removed all the doors to our love so you cant lock yourself away from me. But I didnt stop there. I also replaced the doors with metal detectors so I could fondle you more efficiently like the highly trained professionals do who run airport security.

Now turn around and go to sleep. Im warning you that I plan to sleep with you in my arms all night long.

Scrubbing the floor when no one else wanted to was something that my mother would have done. If I cant be with her the least I can do is act like her sometimes.

You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles white. I dont need a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth your hands holding onto me the nails leaving unfelt wounds your hot breath on my neck. The taste of your saliva. The darkness is ours. The nights belong to us. Everything we do is secret. Nothing we do will ever be understood we will be feared and kept well away from. It will be the stuff of legend endless discussion and limitless inspiration for the brave of heart. Its you and me in this room on this floor. Beyond life beyond morality. We are gleaming animals painted in moonlit sweat glow. Our eyes turn to jewels and everything we do is an example of spontaneous perfection. I have been waiting all my life to be with you. My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch. The time I annihilated while I waited like a man doing a life sentence. Now youre here and everything we touch explodes bursts into bloom or burns to ash. History atomizes and negates itself with our every shared breath. I need you like life needs life. I want you bad like a natural disaster. You are all I see. You are the only one I want to know.

The moment I heard her name I fell in love. Of course I fell in love with the wrong name so I made her legally change her name to match that of my love interest.