Whoa, Who Peed In Your Cheerios?

His Finger Flicked Open A Button On My Cardigan-then Two, Three, Four. It Tumbled Off My Shoulders, Leaving Me In My Camisole. He Pushed Up The Hem, Teasing And Stroking His Thumb Across My Stomach. My Breath Came In A Sharp Intake Of Air.

Sometimes Bad Things Have To Happen Before Good Things Can.

Thinking. A Process By Which I Use My Brain To Make A Rational Decision.

Patch Was In My Life For A Reason. I Needed Him. We Were Two Halves Of The Same Whole.

I Couldn't Look At You And Breath At The Same Time.