I am afraid we have very different definition of love my dear.
I obey my lusts as a servant obeys his master.
Finally the 11 PM thread holding our joy together snapped too. No more waiting is to be done to hear and tell moments during the day we missed each other. No exclusive sq. ft. left for me. A dead heart beat that's all I am now. That's what I always have been.
I love you just as I love my favourite songs and music.
My anger when you reach home late is LOVE.
Who, being loved, is poor? —Oscar Wilde
The world is as narrow or as vast as one cares to imagine.
My eyes are sore with all the eyefucking I did to you yesterday.