M. Violet

“Some believe in love at first sight. Others believe that lust can be confused with love. I don't know what the clinical definition of love is. I just know that it's messy and imperfect and life changing. There are no rules on who one should love or how long it should take to fall. Love is intangible. It cannot be grasped with human hands or even understood with rational thought. Would I call what we did love? I don't know. It was something like love. It was definitely lust and desire and passion. Isn't that how love starts? Looking at the three of them lingering in the door-way, still smelling their mingled scents on my skin, something did stir and ache in my heart. Call it longing or pheromones or even foolish fantasy. It doesn't matter what it is. It makes me feel alive. That's all that matters. And I will not let it go. I won't let them go.”
― M. Violet, Wickford Hollow Duet

“As the night carried on, I was beginning to realize that as much as I belonged to them, they belonged to me. I was their good girl, but they were my beautiful savage devils. We would break each other. And then we'd put each other back together.”
― M. Violet, Wickford Hollow Duet