![]() Looking back, I’m convinced I willed my story into existence due to my illness. At least that was the case for me and the men I trusted my foolish heart to. You can’t re-live your own love story, because by the time you’ve realized you’re living it, it’s over. That’s the novelty of fiction versus reality. ![]() Secrets that cost us everything to keep. ![]() But in order to keep them, I had to be in on their secrets. Triple Falls wasn’t at all what it seemed, nor were the men that swept me under their wing. I gave into temptation and fed the beating beast, which grew thirstier with every slash, every strike, every blow. When I lived this story, my own twisted fairy tale, it was unbeknownst to me at the time because I was young and naïve. I grew up believing that real love stories include a martyr or demand great sacrifice to be worthy.īecause of that, I believed it, because I made myself believe it, and I bred the most masochistic of romantic hearts, which resulted in my illness. ” – Kate Stewart, “Flock” What It’s About: I want to be claimed and owned and ruled and possessed by love. I don’t want to question the words’ authenticity. When a man confesses his love to me, I expect him to mean it. ![]() When we fuck, I want to feel it with every fiber of my being. I expect passion and butterflies, and one or two fairy tale moments. The truth is, I do expect a lot out of my love story and the man I’ll share it with. Genre(s): New Adult Romance, Erotica Total Star Rating: 4.5 Stars ![]()
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