we shed the skins of who we used to be!
safety and love are both illusions!
Physical attraction was about aesthetics, not sexual performance, not mental stimulation. Without a mental connection, a remarkable sexual performance yielded no lifelong guarantees. It was only lust. And lust was not love.
a full moon is a flashlight so everyone can see your drama!
love is a mental illness, an obsessive-compulsive disorder romanticized!
Once desire was turned on, combustion gave it a life of its own. Once it was turned on it became a raging wildfire, uncontrollable and uncontainable, the type of conflagration that had to be allowed to burn itself out.