And when I kiss you, I swear I can taste the next sixty years of my life on your lips.

I want the strings. I want the ball and fucking chain. I want to be so tied to you that you can’t ever slip away from me again.

I have tried to let you go and I cannot. I cannot stop thinking of you. I cannot stop dreaming about you.

Some things are meant to be gone FOREVER.

I do not care about you anymore, but that is only when I am around people. The fact is I hide my emotions very well.

This doesn’t mean anything,” Haley whispers as she reaches up and pulls at the Velcro of my glove.
“Yes, it does.” I bring my arms to my sides and the instant the gloves fall to the floor, my hands latch on to that beautiful body. “Tell me, Haley. Please tell me it does because this means something to me.