-"I believe he stated that he does not love you anymore, ma'am. His actions have been clearer than crystal".
-"You foolish people! That's what he wants you all to think. Don't you see? His burning love for me is churning inside. It is slowly killing him. That very soul is the one I helped create, that fateful summer night. He was nothing before me. Without me, he is absolutely nothing. Nothing. What a brilliant attempt, though. Pretending that the blood does not rush down like a rapid waterfall every time he sees me. Pretending that he is not thinking about my petite frame under his dominating grip. Denying himself of my skin all over his, where all that rubbed between every thrust were the silky white sheets and the heat that we produced. He still pretends that he does not miss hearing me moan for him and that the idea of me doing it for someone else drives him absolutely mad. His sad attempt to repress the thought that he will never be as happy as those mornings where he woke up and had my naked body next to his".
Death Cab "Summer Skin"
-melidee
