first-love

This is the gateway to Hell, baby_ Welcome to The Underworld.

They say I should stay away from you,_ I said. __hey said you__e not good for me._ ____ not,_ he said with a wicked smile, __ut doesn__ that make it even more fun?

The Female Orgasm. The Big O. That elusive, reclusive Loch Ness of the labia. Does it prove the existence of God, or just His twisted sense of humor?

There were lies, and there were lies. Was a secret a lie? If one wanted to protect another?

No matter how far apart we may be, no matter what dreams we may chase after individually, I want you to know that you will always be my first priority. I will always, always love you.

Love is not for thrill-seekers, dreamers, or children with short attention spans. And you, son, fit into all three of those categories.

I__ have to prove to everyone, including Ellia, that I was more than some guy she used to know, that what we shared had and still mattered. She may have forgotten the promise we made on the beach, but I hadn__, and it was up to me to backup those words with action. Memories and ghosts were for the dead. Living things moved, and I was never one to stand still." ~Liam

The words __ love you_ are worthless when you don__ know who the 'I' is in that statement.

She was my go-to person. I__ tell her everything. Now, all of those late-night phone calls, all the sleepovers at her house because I couldn__ deal with stuff at home, all the crying on her shoulder. It__ all gone. It__ like if she doesn__ know, then it didn__ happen, and if it didn__ happen then what exactly am I holding on to?_ ~Stacey

Who cares about fault? As my dad would say, __lame is like your rear-end and reflection. Seeing either always leaves you looking back._ I__ more worried about what__ in front of me. And right now . . . the view is all messed up._ ~ Ellia

It__ like returning to a familiar room and noticing objects had been moved while you were gone__ chair here, a picture frame there. Items that were once brand new were suddenly broken in and worn from age. It was all very subtle, but enough to suspect paranormal activity or a cruel practical joke. When no one else saw what you saw, the freak factor really kicked in, because you were singled out and left questioning reality." ~Ellia

You can__ be friends with someone you have feelings for. It__l just be a constant reminder of what you can__ have. It__ like putting boiling water in an ice cold glass. It__ gonna bust and make a mess.

Hope can be foolish or misguided, but there was no such thing as false hope. Hope was always true even when there was no evidence to support its claim._ - Liam

Honour and I would have to create our world, live by our own rules. My family wasn't ready for her just yet. I didn't know if they ever would be.

That first love. And the first one who breaks your heart. For me, they just happen to be the same person.

That's it. Love makes us all strong.

Gerry reached up to smooth a bit of that snowy mane. The strands slipped through his fingers like silk to reveal a witch's mark, a spiral of olive-green stones that seemed to be a part of Ghost__ very forehead, shining against the translucent skin. Gerry had seen such marks before, peculiar glyphs burned into a witch's skin in vibrant jewel-tone inks to offer protection or enhance their power, or so the witches claimed. This was the first time he had seen actual jewels used, though. He thought it was beautiful, exotic like all of Ghost, with that white hair and those ice blue eyes. Gerry returned to admiring the peaceful face resting on his shoulder.

I love to walk through snow, to climb mountains, to smell the fresh air and I love to dream about flying. Soaring through the air, watching the earth from above, feeling the wind in my face and touching the clouds would be an amazing experience.