Fiction is just that-fiction. Yes, it is serious business, but it should also be taken for face value. It’s entertainment. It’s escapism. It’s 365 pages of relaxation.
Let me tell you something, honey. Fifty percent of life is others trying to push their own agenda on you – their belief system, their views, their convictions. The other fifty percent is you deciding whether or not you’re going to let them. Or if you’re going to form your own opinions. -Miss Velma.
I was about to say that we all hurt the ones we love. That we can’t help it and that for some reason, we’re just defective like that. Maybe because those we love most bring out the very best and the worst in us, and in some twisted way, we resist that magic.
My heart and my cock seemed to like the idea, and Whitney made me a slave to both, so my wits were outnumbered.
Love couldn’t be moved by circumstance, poor choices, or even blatant lies-skewed and damaged, yes, but the heart couldn’t deny what it wanted most once the desire was planted. Whether in bliss or affliction, love owned you all the same.