We kissed for about the thousandth time, No promises, no demands, Just solid rebuilding of shattered trust.

Have you ever once in your life reached out to touch infinity?

I never actually plan sequels. They demand to be done.

And if candor strikes to forcefully, step back, draw careful breath, and consider the angle your words must take before you open your mouth, let them leak out. Because once you tilt the truth, it becomes a lie.

My happiest memories have no place in the past; they are those I have yet to create.

I feel like a goddess, jailed in her Olympus. Little wonder how the gods toyed with humans. Toyed with women, to watch them squirm, pollinate the seeds of despair; toyed with men, to satiate their Seven Deadly Sins.

The love of her life dissolved into dreams.