Sometimes, Kismet Happens.

He Squeezes My Hand, And My Heart Punches Against My Ribs. It's Just Like Pain, This Pleasure.

I Was Like A Lost Moon―my Planet Destroyed In Some Cataclysmic, Disaster-movie Scenario Of Desolation―that Continued, Nevertheless, To Circle In A Tight Little Orbit Around The Empty Space Left Behind, Ignoring The Laws Of Gravity.

It's Too Easy To Be Myself With You.

I Knew It Would Begin With The End, And The End Would Look Like Death To These Eyes. I Had Been Warned.

Like A Stalker. An Obsessed Stalker. An Obsessed, Vampire Stalker