"Caleb loves when I read him story books, you know about the damsel in distressed and the prince that rescues her. He acts just like you and sometimes it hurts to have a reminder of you when I look at Caleb. I start to create our own story in my head. Once upon a time I did love you and I kept loving you until the end of the story."

**EDITING** de·sire [dih-zahyuhr] noun: a longing or craving, as for something that brings satisfaction or enjoyment. "I do look at more things like I look at art. For the moment. No future. Just now. But with you I want a future, I want this long term. I don't want to paint over this. So will it be total cliché if I asked you to be my girlfriend and kiss you right now?"

"I'm gonna do it." She said moving closer to the edge of the bed, "I'm on the edge; literally. I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna jump off." She giggled slightly. "Do it." I said with a bright smile on my face. Her eyebrows were pushed together sadly, "you won't go to the bottom and catch me?" She asked looking into my eyes. I shook my head no, "I'll be right next to you as you fall. Why should I be at the bottom if you don't want to be here? And I'm sure as hell not going to let myself walk this earth without you. So I'll be with you at a better place." I grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to me. She laid my head on my chest and closed her eyes. "And out of all these things I've done, I would love you better now." Sang my laptop, and maybe I'll see her in that better place a littler sooner than I'd expect.

**EDITING** Journey Rodriguez is just trying to make her way to school one morning after sleeping over a friends house. He runs herself into two lost boys so she stands by their side to show them around the city. A year later she grew closer to three more of those two boys friends. Now it's December 3rd, 2012 and her friends are in the biggest band in the planet and they've just sold out Madison Square Garden. The problem? Her closest friend can't hold a smile because he's forced to date the biggest woman act in the business. She's lovely, but she's not what he wants. The only time her friend can smile is when he's with Journey. He has a saying for a necklace he has. A paper airplane. "Flies high; easily broken." But Journey's still trying to find out what he means.

I fell in love with the morning, how you stumbled out of bed when you first woke up, and how your eyes groaned with exhaustion. The way your hands grasped my hipbones while your lips stole the ending of my sentences. Everyday with you felt like a month of Sunday mornings with white bed sheets and lazy smiles. That same morning, I fell in love with the coffee shop down the street, and they way you ask for two sugars , but you actually meant three. The walk home from your house made me remember what Monday morning feel like. Somewhere in between falling in love with our midnight conversations that were exhaled through cigarrette breaths and interrupting by coffee stains, and reading the love notes you had written on my flesh, I realized, I'm in love with the presence of your words and the feel of your existence. But I'm not in love with you.

Don't get mad. Get Even.