new-adult

I want to get to know you a little better._ His hand touches mine, the briefest of touches but I still recoil my hand into the sleeve of my cardigan. His touch is blisteringly hot, I__ sure earlier today when he cupped my cheek I had burn marks. But no, it is just him, just his touch, it sends crazy little shivers throughout my entirety.__ don__ understand you_ you said you want what you cannot have. Isn__ this a form of torture?___oes a person who wishes to lose weight not taunt themselves with sweets? Does a person not go by the same window every day, just to glimpse the piece of jewellery they long for, yet can never attain? We torment ourselves every day with things we cannot have. Perhaps it is torture, but perhaps my request is genuine.

You__e different, Elli. You__e unlike anyone else, it__ because of that___ow can a Prince, how can someone like you be seen with me? I get it, Evan, its fine.___t__ because of that, I want you.

I can__ just take it.___ou can. I__ giving it to you._ She affirms, glimpsing quickly up at me and then down to the floor, moving her foot once and then back again. Still her hand is offered to me, still flinching with the ring in her palm.__hat do you want for it?___othing._ __ou must want something._ __... got what I wanted._ She smiles, such a light, smooth movement of her lips, but it dies out so quickly, like a candle light being blown in the wind. __hat__ that?___ got to see you again, to give it to you.

Acknowledging that my biological imperative may not include the drive to procreate, that I just might be attracted to XX chromosomes instead of XY? That's so stupid-minor in comparison to the fact that I might actually be in love for the first time in my life. It's with a girl...so what? Lesbian, bisexual, whatever! Thus isn't about categorisation or chromosomes. This is about how I feel about another person.

She__ always pictured her future self as a lone wolf traveling around the world, ensnaring romantic conquests and achieving her wildest and most ambitious goals. She didn__ think that at nineteen she would be so dependent on other people; she pictured herself as an autonomous and untouchable force that occasionally flitted back home to show off her new feathers before flying away to her life that was much more exciting than theirs.

I don__ want a challenge with a woman._ Adrian was getting bothered by his friend__ persistence. __ want one who__ ready and willing. You see how pristine that chick looked? We__e talking completely uncharted territory. She__ probably never had a tongue in her mouth, much less a cock. I ain__ got time for training.

You can't let your light die out. Yours is the only light on my dark path. Without it, I will be forever lost.

I'm a fool.At least i'm a self aware fool.

We had given in to our vulnerability and cast down any pretenses that we were too strong to be weak.

... there are certain questions that must never be asked. Of anyone. Even oneself.

We've peered into the deepest parts to see beyond what lies on the surface.

He runs his hands up my back and into my hair, pulling me closer. I lose myself in the feel of his body against mine and the way his soft lips coax mine to life. Almost without thinking, I wrap my arms around his warm waist.

Because try as I might, perfect doesn't guarantee me anything. I can't control whether other people will want me or love me or even like me. I can only control how I feel about myself.

Everything in the world might be connected, but that doesn't mean the way we feel about them has to be.

I hold her, and I know now why caring about another person is so damn scary. It's not that they won't care about you back, because that either happens or it doesn't. You live with it or you do everything you can to change it. The really scary thing is the moment you realize that for the rest of your life, you'll feel twice the pain, twice the joy, twice the fear. Twice as helpless to control it all, too.

And all the restless energy floating through me keeps connecting to him and coming back twice as strong, like we're this closed circuit, and the longer we stay linked, the more powerful the pull between us becomes.

We go through our whole lives thinking that we belong in one place and not in another. We think certain ideas and actions have to be relegated to the tiny little boxes we place them in. What if we just reacted instead? What if we take whatever the world gives us and instead of focusing on what it isn't, we enjoy what it is?

Show yourself to the darkness, they said, and then you will see your face." --Nero SlyvenskiALL LIGHT WILL FALL