No, No. It's Always A Good Time

Hey." She Said, Looking Up From An Open Book Propped Up On One Knee. She Brushed A Few Strands Of Pale Hair Out Of Her Face. Her Boyfriend, Christian, Lay On The Floor Near Her, His Head Propped Up On Her Other Knee. He Greeted Me By Way Of A Nod. Concidering The Antagonism The Sometimes Flared Up Between Us, That Was Almost On Par With Him Giving Me A Bear Hug.

I Loved You And You Destroyed Me. You Took My Heart And Ripped It Up. You Might As Well Have Staked Me.

How Do You Prove We Exist? Maybe We Don't.

I Do Usually Stay In The Fantasy/sci-fi Range, I Suppose, But It Has Many, Many Subgenres That I'd Love To Continue Exploring.

It’s Kahlua, Sage. Packed With Sugar And Coffee Flavor.