I look at you, angel, and I want you so badly. I want to be with you, listen to you, talk to you. I want to hear you laugh and hold you when you cry. I want to sit next to you, breathe the same air, share the same life. I want to wake up to you like this every day forever. I want you.

As a writer, it's disheartening to write books that you pour your soul into and not have them distributed widely enough to find their audience.

I own your pleasure," I whispered into his mouth. "I'll take it if you won't give it to me.

I’ve died and gone to heaven

I want love and I won't settle for less

I require distance from the past in order to grasp the future.

He was my drug, and I had no desire to kick the habit.