Secrets

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Lira

It was the slur in his voice. That forsaken slur. All that we've worked for, gone. Just like that. I'm furious. I'm furious, but I don't know who it's directed towards. When did I become this? This is not me. I don't do relationships, and yet, here I am in a stupid relationship with a stupid guy, who won't acknowledge his problems. I don't have any problem he'd say, then start confusing me, by speaking in Italian. He knows I don't understand it, but will just go with it, because it puts me in a trance. He's very good at that. Just thinking about it is distracting me. God, why did he have to find his way into my life? No, I can't blame him. I let him in. I took down my walls, for him. The walls I spent years rebuilding. For a stupid guy. A stupid guy who I love.

Andrea

Scientifically, love starts in the brain. Being in love is assumed by significant revisions in the biochemistry of the brain. Science has identified three basic parts of love, each driven by a unique blend of brain chemicals. Lust is regulated by estrogen and testosterone, in both men and women. Attraction is impelled by adrenaline, dopamine, and serotonin. Long-term attachment is controlled by a very different set of hormones and brain chemicals—oxytocin and vasopressin, which encourage bonding. Notably, oxytocin is known as the love hormone, and is the hormone that drives the bond between mother and child. Each of these chemicals works in a specific part of the brain to influence lust, attraction and attachment.

Jace

 I believe that everything happens for a reason. Nothing can happen without one. That doesn't mean that the reason is always an important reason, or that I am one of those people. But I was raised in a small city, with a mother who believes that superstitions are insanely real, and that we only need family. Not by blood family crap. But the friends who are always there, to a point where they are your brothers and sisters, and you know you will be their kids godparents. I was raised on it, and no matter how much I don't want to believe in it, I have never once spilled salt, and not thrown it over my left shoulder.