immobilized

“Did you love her?”      “Too much,” he said.      She laughed. “There’s no such thing as loving someone too much.”      Of course there is, he thought as she fitted her hand into his. It was too small, too smooth. Not at all like the hand he knew. He sat there, wishing she was someone else entirely with rougher hands and a louder laugh, and he thought to himself, of course there is.

I crave physical affection. I crave skin on skin. play with my hair, hold my hand, touch me, kiss me. I crave you.

She scares the hell out of me and calms my soul at the same time. Maybe that’s what love is—a total contradiction that somehow balances out.

You can never “just be friends” with someone you fell in love with.