If You Are Really One Of Us,

He Moves His Thumb In A Slow Circle Over The Back Of My Hand. It Is Meant To Comfort Me, But It Frustrates Me Instead. I Need To Talk To Him. I Need To Look At Him.

If Someone Offer You An Opportunity To Get Closer To Your Enemy, You Always Take It.

A Chasm Reminds Us That There Is A Fine Line Between Bravery And Idiocy.

He Kisses Me Again, More Insistent This Time, His Hands Squeezing My Waist. His Breaths, His Body, My Body, We Are So Close There Is No Difference.

I Don't Want To Stop You. I Want You To Stop Yourself.