But sometimes normal just isn't happening. Sometimes crazy feels too good to resist.
I'd sell my soul to have you. In my whole life, you'll always be what I wanted most." ~ Hardy Cates
I had never ironed anything in my life. The proper pressing of a shirt was a mystery of the universe akin to black holes and dark matter.
I think the busiest people are often the loneliest.
My prize, my pleasure and pain, my endless desire. I've never know anyone like you.
One could pick apart love, examine every filament of attraction, and still it would never be fully explained. It simply was.