My wife was my other half. Take that piece away and then I would be half a soul. I was hers, unequivocally, forever was too soon, loving her was my reason for breathing; it was kind of like being owned.

“I’m so fucking knee-deep, obsessively and passionately, crucial about forever i…”

“my heart for yours”

“We made love with such slowness and sweetness, I was sure I was coming pure sug…”

“I wonder when you look into my eyes and watch my heart shatter, does it break y…”