Listen, we’re barely here at all, I wanted to tell her, rolling over, looking into her face, we’re barely here at all, and everything goes so fast, can’t you just kiss me?
After a moment, her hands found my lower back and clenched my shirt there. Her skin was warm, like it always was. When she held me like that, I knew exactly who I was, and what I wanted.
You showing up tonight and hovering and walking me home and all that... I hate it, cause maybe I'll forget, you know? That there was something about me that made you not want to be around.
We cannot know love if we remain unable to surrender our attachment to power, if any feeling of vulnerability strikes terror in our hearts. Lovelessness torments.
Ever since I was a kid... If there’s something I don’t like, I’m not able to deal with it, so I mean... I’d run away from it, and cause trouble for everyone all the time.
Obsession manifests itself in many forms. It's often an intrusive, unwanted thought, an impulse that recurs and haunts its host. Constantly fed, it becomes dangerous, blurring the line between uneasiness and pleasure.
