Six months since we met up again we are inseparable, an intricate weave. No longer do I believe this is a temporary fling. More like total commitment. More like I have walked down the aisle, holding hands with the monster.

in a woman's womb. another chance. to make the world better.

Happily ever after is a concept I'll never believe in.

Was the fun in the fall?

Torch every book. Burn every page. Char every word to ash. Ideas are incombustible. And therein lies your real fear.

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

But, though I was very much in lust with him, I knew from the start we were nothing like "forever." Maybe because forever is such a scary place.