Does It Hurt?

by H.D. Carlton

“If worshiping you is what you ask, I’d be happy to spend the rest of my life on my knees,”

“There’s a place in the ocean, so deep, where not a single point of light penetrates through it. And for so long, I’ve been trapped there, unable to breathe. When I met you, you lifted me out of that darkness, and it was the first time I came up for air. You’ve become my oxygen, bella ladra, and I can no longer breathe without you.”