J.M.Darhower

Change doesn't happen overnight. There's no button that's pushed to magically alter everything.

Change happens little by little.

Day by day.

Hour by hour.

He stops then, his breathing haggard, as he whispers into my hair, "I love you, too."

I shrug. "I take naps."

"Yeah, well, it's beauty sleep for the beautiful," he says, looking at me, "but there's no rest for the wicked."

My Prince Charming turned out to be the villain of my fairy tale, and part of me thinks that's okay, because eventually, it'll all disappear, anyway.

not a good man, Karissa, and I never will be. So don't think you can fix me, or that I'll ever change, because I won't. I can't

The voice is confident, but my common sense screams louder. People fall out of love. Not everyone keeps their promises.

"Easily," he says. "The opposite of love isn't hate, Karissa. It's indifference.

Clothes are tattered and bodies are battered as we strip away every stitch of fabric separating us. There's nothing gentle about it, nothing loving.

She can purge her aggression, lose herself with me, and I'll never begrudge her for it.

Because I know the feeling.

Time waits for no man. The world won't just roll over and take it.