His breath in my ear, he ran his tongue along the curved edge, sucking the fleshy lobe and my small diamond stud into his mouth, and my eyes drifted closed while I babbled a weak sound of longing.

I try to be rational and suppress the hope that this is for real, but hope has a way of closing its eyes to reason and it just keeps growing.

maybe i'm exacly where i should be after all.

Something about first love defies duplication. Before it, your heart is blank. Unwritten. After, the walls are left inscribed and graffitied. When it ends, no amount of scrubbing will purge the scrawled oaths and sketched images, but sooner or later, you find that there’s space for someone else, between the words and in the margins.

There are a million ways to lose someone you love.

That macho protective bullshit is just some asshat man pissing on his territory so the other dogs will stay away.

Ooh, J, he's got ink too." "Just when i didn't think he could get any hotter.