Part two.
I’ve never been a person to believe in fate, or that everything happens for a reason. I denounced my religion when I was twelve and realized I could think for myself. Things were coincidences, chances. Not controlled by a higher power. But there are some things you can’t ignore. Some things are meant to be, and they very much DO happen for a reason. People come into your life and leave it every day, and most of them are inconsequential. But every so often, you meet someone, and they just happen to fill up all these tiny little spaces inside of you. And what if you had stayed home that night? What of you had worn something different? What if you had stood on the other side of the room, or came with someone else, or been just a little too shy? What if you hadn’t looked each other up? What if you hadn’t been there for them and grown closer? A million circumstances that, had any of them been different, might have changed where you are now. So many chances you took, so many coincidences that you HAVE to wonder…
This is happiness.
This is love.
This day was perfect.
It was perfect, I’m so glad I got to share it with you.
I could pull you in that wagon the rest of my life.
Right about now…
I want to start a senseless fight just for the make up sex.
I want it to be rough.
Biting.
Scratching.
Ropes please.
Please?
Yeah, beg for it.
I want to shove her into the wall.
I want there to be blood.
Sweat.
Sex. sex. sex.
I want to feel every inch of naked flesh.
I want to choke.
I want to pull hair.
I want to taste those lips.
I want……
I want to to see her eyes when she begs for more.
I want her to shout my name.
I want to tell her to shut her mouth.
Yeah, that would be nice right now.
FUCK!
