Love As A Verb. Love As A

And Then There Is Our Personal History. Memories Only We Share. Things Not Another Living Soul Would Understand.

Then He Asks If He Can Kiss Me. It Is A Question I Don’t Usually Like. Just Do It, I Always Think.

You Can Run But You Can't Hide

It Was The Same Night I Gave Myself To Him Completely, Knowing That I Would Belong To Him For As Long As He Wanted To Keep Me. And, As It Turned Out, Even Longer Than That.

I Still Think I Love Him More. It's One Of Those Things You Never Know For Certain Because There's No Way To Enter All The Relationship Data In A Computer And Have It Spit Out A Definitive Answer. You Can't Quantify Love, And If You Try, You Wind Up Focusing On Misleading Factors.