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" Every one of us is, in the cosmic perspective, precious. If a human disagrees with you, let him live. In a hundred billion galaxies, you will not find another. "
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"

One day you will meet a boy who learns how you like your hickeys and that your moans differ depending upon where he places them.

One day you will kiss a boy and it will feel like your lips were made to land on his, over and over and over again.

One day you will fall for a boy who knows that sometimes you don’t want to be treated like a princess, you want to be ravaged like the prince’s mistress.

One day your hand will find his calloused and rough, and you’ll realize that if he were to place it on your skin, he’d ignite embers strong enough to send you up in flames.

He will make your sheets slick with sweat and you’ll bite your nailbuds less because you know that the longer they are, the better the scratch marks. You will let your hips clash with his, shamelessly, until his clothes are begging to be torn off with the teeth you are now sliding over his collarbones.

And through all of the groaning and the way your legs ache after being wrapped around his waist, the way your back is sore from how he drops you on the ground and presses himself against you, the way your arms quake with the constant changing of positions, you’ll realize something that is the greatest combination of pleasure and pain (and so much more of the latter) than any lovebite or steamy makeout session.

Maybe you will love him a little bit.

Maybe that’s what hurts the most and heals the most, and maybe you’re not sure if it’s real or if it’s just the way he nibbles on your ear. Maybe you’re afraid, terrified even, to admit that the smell of his cologne no longer just turns you on, it makes you nostalgic for his arms.

Maybe you’re ready, maybe you’re not.

But maybe you will love him.

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" Get in the shower if it all goes wrong "
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" Perhaps we’ll meet again when we’re better for each other. "
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