she never really learned how to just like something. she always allowed it to consume her . . .

if two people can't seem to stay away from each other maybe they aren't supposed to . . .

"he really has my whole heart."

"stop looking at me that way." "oh yeah? what will you give me if I do?"

"love," she admitted. "love is the whole point."

"I went back because it was all my ruined mentality-" she sobbed. "-knew how to shove down which led to turning it into something bearable."

"Thinking about love. Crying. It's all for love."

"I love to love you."

her tears trickled down slow-paced. Her mind raced for thoughts of him. Her body ached at the forethought of him forgetting. His intentionality of forgetting her should not be adamant - he said he loved her, more than anything in this world - he said she was all he lived for ... [completed: third of June]

A handful of indulge-in-fantasy short romance stories.