Without Warning Sometimes you're traveling a highway, the only road you've ever known, and wham! A semi comes from nowhere and rolls right over you.
Innocence eroded into nightmare. All because of very bad touch. Love, corrupted.
I wish I were worthy of his love. (Any love.)I should tell him to run. But I can't. I need him.
hindsight is gained through experience
Yesterday influences today, thus creates tomorrow.
Easier, sometimes, to gulp down giant spoonfuls of uncertainty than it is to swallow throat-clogging capsules of what really is.