Hate

Shit. I've finally come to terms that I'm in love with her. Her gentleness, almost as if she were a delicate piece of lace, was a required taste and I definitely had it. I craved her touch, her scent, her lips, daily. I'd die without her. Our bodies fit together perfectly. And not to mention that the sex is great. Who could want anything else? She's perfect.

She's mine.