As A Writer, It's Disheartening To Write

I’ll Do Whatever You Want, Whatever You Need. Anything. Just Take Me Back.

From The Moment I First Saw Him— Saw Through His Stunning And Impossibly Gorgeous Exterior To The Dark And Dangerous Man Inside— I’d Felt The Pull That Came From Finding The Other Half Of Myself. I Needed Him Like I Needed My Heart To Beat, And He’d Put Himself In Great Jeopardy, Risking Everything— For Me.

I've Told You Before,” He Said Huskily. “i'll Take You However I Can Get You.” “whatever. Don't Think I Don't Know You're Topping From The Bottom.” His Mouth Curved With Unapologetic Amusement.

And Yet I Understood The Alienation Of Being Around Others Who Couldn't Really See You Or Chose Not To. I'd Felt The Self-loathing That Came With Being A Fraud, Protraying An Image Of What You Wished You Could Be But Weren't. I'd Lived With The Fear That People You Loved Might Turn Away From You If They Ever Got To Know The True Person Hidden Inside.

When I Propose, Angel, Trust Me, You’ll Know It.