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Ugh. If old cat ladies were a flavor, it’d taste like Chamomile tea. “How’d you drink this shit, Russ?”
The fear of intimacy thing might actually be legit, because I have a feeling that, if I really cared for these men, if I allowed myself to fall in love instead of lust, it’d probably destroy me, anyway.
It’s here, in this moment, that a ludicrous thought enters my mind, and I realize what lengths I would go to, to keep her. I would take on the most dangerous cartel in Mexico for this woman.
They say you never get past, or over, your first love, and I believe that’s true. Thierry is forever stitched into a quiet little haven inside my heart, where the sunlight is more golden, the air is sweeter, and time doesn’t exist. A place of enchanting summer nights and fireflies in the sky. Of stolen kisses under the stars, and soft Valir whispered in my ear.
