When You Say Too Much

He Always Loved Her Because Of, Not In Sprite Of, Her Flaws.

The Great Thing About Fiction Is That You Can Start Off By Telling The Truth, Then Start Making Stuff Up Like Crazy Whenever You Feel Like It.

That's What All Love Comes Down To, Doesn't It? We Help Others Only As Much As They Let Us.

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.

Excuse Our Appearances. We Are Taking Apart Yesterday, To Make Way For Tomorrow