I Wish Our Love Was Right Now.

And Now, As I'm Lying Alone In My Own Bed, I Keep Thinking About Writhing Against Him Last Night, Naked And Vulnerable. Even After We'd Both Risen And Fallen, Peaked And Plummeted, Even After Marcus Was Physically Shrinking From Inside Me, I Couldn't Stop Clutching, Crying, Trying. Trying To Pull Him Deeper, Deeper, Deeper Within. Trying To Make Him More A Part Of Me Than I Am Myself.

I Hate The Very Human Inclination Towards Insensitivity

That's What All Love Comes Down To, Doesn't It? We Help Others Only As Much As They Let Us.

We Are Perfect In Our Imperfection.

It's Human Nay-cha...for Me To Sperminay-cha.