Where's My Syllabus To Guide Me Through

I Almost Can’t Believe I’m Going To Make Myself Vulnerable To Him Again. But What Is Love But The Most Extreme And Exquisite Form Of Risk Perception? I Know That Relationships Don’t Last. And Yet, With Him, The Risk Of Not Being With Him Is Much Worse Than Any Other Hurt I Can Imagine.

What Are Your Thoughts?' 'my Thoughts?' I Replied, Before I Even Realized What I Was Saying. 'my Thoughts Created My World.' Mac Sat Up In His Seat. He Scrunched His Curls With His Hands, Perplexed. 'who Said That?' I Told Him The Truth. 'oh, Just Someone I Used To Know,' I Said, Stroking The Naked Skin On My Middle Finger.

We Are Perfect In Our Imperfection.

I Feel Better When I Am Not Around People. When I Am Alone, Alone, Alone.

And Now, As I'm Lying Alone In My Own Bed, I Keep Thinking About Writhing Against Him Last Night, Naked And Vulnerable. Even After We'd Both Risen And Fallen, Peaked And Plummeted, Even After Marcus Was Physically Shrinking From Inside Me, I Couldn't Stop Clutching, Crying, Trying. Trying To Pull Him Deeper, Deeper, Deeper Within. Trying To Make Him More A Part Of Me Than I Am Myself.