How odd, to suddenly glimpse a facet of me I didn't know existed. I guess it really isn't all that unusual to surprise oneself with an ugly bit of ego.

So you try to think of someone else you're mad at, and the unavoidable answer pops into your little warped brain: everyone.

Something stirred beneath my skin, some being inside I'd only suspected existed, demon or angel, I couldn't say.

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.

Sad, that lives can be shattered, into so many pieces that they can never be put back together, the the relentless force of love. Irreparable.

Love can complete you. It can also destroy you.

The problem with falling in love is falling back out of it again, usually because you've fallen in love with a lie. That happens as often as not.