Julio Alexi Genao

So. Monday. We meet again.We will never be friends__ut maybe we can move past our mutual enmity toward a more-positive partnership.

I watched you roll off me and step away from the bed in silence, but when the heat of your body was gone, I wanted it back.

I wanted to take your hand into mine and kiss it.I never dared.

My skin hungered for you. You were warm, and alive, and in my bed, and I wanted you so bad I could feel the ripple of need on the pads of my fingertips, on the palms of my hands, on the skin of my back, at the base of my cock, inside my ass__ wanted the taste of you in my mouth.

That__ why I was calm. When you woke me in the middle of the night with your hand around my throat, and I thought I was going to die for bringing you home__hat I had given my life to lie down next to a murderer__hat__ why I was calm.Because all I was thinking in that moment was that it was worth it.

people say life is

The second day, I watched you suffer through one of your nightmares, but this one was worse than I__ seen before. You called out another man__ name.

But it turns out Joy is a house built from the same bricks as Sorrow. Pleasure is a poem, and it uses the same words as Pain.

don__ tell me not to drink. not to smoke. not to grieve. if i speak of these things it__ because i have to_ but i am not speaking to you.

They__ come for you, and this time they__ come with we

what it is is the memory of a dance a song you heard long ago to hear it is to be young again and for once for once you are happy

You let me set the water in the shower, and followed me into the booth to stand there with me under the warm spray. You kept your head down, not looking me in the eyes__hough if you were shy, I couldn__ tell. You had no reason to be. You know what you look like.I know you don__ remember what we did.I want to tell you.

I know you__e forgotten me, but I__l remember you as long as I live.

I loved you even when you forgot me.And__or a little while__ou loved me back.

I couldn__ make myself move from the bed. To reach for you. I__ known this moment was coming, and now that it had arrived I found I had no strength in my limbs.Only my voice. Only words.Asking you to stay.

the only thing worse than a bigot is an __lly_ who can__ stop congratulating themselves on their enlightenment.

If the worst you can say about an otherwise sweet-natured and pleasant romance novel is that the main characters are just too wholesome to suit you and your bitter, bitter, cat-infested, 7-years-friendless-and-romantically-barren life, you should probably just eat a fucking cupcake and settle in to wait for El Señor to take you away from this place on the wings of angels who all bear a marked resemblance to a young Rob Lowe.

I__ nothing, here. A lowly surveillance analyst. Being the hero could have meant something good for me. Could have changed my whole