It´s hard to have you with me but not to be able to take your hand or kiss you -James

he was watching me and when our eyes met, i had no fan to cover my face, no way to hid my feelings. i was desperate for him, and he could see it, all the way in me.

I would do anything to stay beside you forever.

i would court you with passion, if things were different. you'd never get me off your porch swing.

He kissed me for a long moment, holding my shoulders, perhaps to keep me from pressing my whole body against his. Then he tried to lift my bag. "My God," he said. "What happened?" "I found out one may check out twenty books at a time from the school library.

...You deserve to be happy. What can I do?" Don't send me away, I thought. He looked at me again. "What do you want?" "I want to taste an apple," I said. And your lips, I thought.

Those who cry to be young again should think twice before they seal those prayers.