Love is more than blind. It’s brain-dead.
Would I drown saving him?
This time when we kiss, I feel it in the pit of my stomach, I feel it in my heart. And I realize love isn't about sex. It's about connection.
Easier, sometimes, to gulp down giant spoonfuls of uncertainty than it is to swallow throat-clogging capsules of what really is.
You can turn your back but you can never really walk away.
Defiance rose up like vomit. I swung back and yelled, "Don't ever do that again!