He laughs, sucking his lip ring into his mouth. "I promise I'll go easy on you." A naughty feeling dances inside me. "What if I don't want you to go easy on me?

How can you want to touch me after what I did?" "How can I ever not want to touch you?

I write the word solitude on my wall and then below it: Do you know me at all? Are my words just air? Is my heart easy to spare?

Seize the day, take hold of it, and make it whatever you want.

Just because it's broken doesn't mean it loses its importance. And I figured I'd give it to you one day when you realized it was okay to make mistakes.

You left me, ripped out my heart, and then came back acting like a robot, and you know what? We made it through. You and I, good or bad, belong together. We make each other whole.

There are no accusations with writing, no judgment, no shame, only freedom.