People say follow your heart,but I gave it to you.

Isn't it funny how you can be alone or in a crowd full of people and still feel lonely.

...I told him a story of two people. Two people who shouldn't have met, and who didn't like each other much when they did, but who found they were the only two people in the world who could possibly have understood each other.

Love and relations is a funny game, you want it so much but you hide away protecting yourself in fear of being in love and your heart being broken, but how can you fear the thing that what you want the most? We spend most of our time protecting our-self and denying our love more than we do embracing that love and letting it flow freely.. a heart can not be loved if it is spending its time behind a shield, you have to know when to put she shield down and when to hold it close to your chest.

If love is like driving a car, then I must be the worst driver in the world. I missed all the signs and ended up lost.

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.