But for her, I want to. I want to give her my love. A feeling that I don’t even remotely understand or know how to feel, but I want to feel it… for her. It helps that she makes it so goddamn easy. She just has to look at me with that easy smile, those eyes softened only for me, and I feel it. I feel what I figure can only be love, because she’s the only one who makes me feel it—that churning mixture of carnal desire, I will kill you if you touch her possessiveness, and something so much sweeter.
