Emily couldnt get the words out but then she started, "my parents love me, there is no perfect sister called Stacey,thats me, They never disowned me, My boyfriend didnt cheat on me, i cheated on him with you, college is wicked, my best friend isnt sucicidal, and my arms are so people will feel sorry for me"
Every rose has it's thorn.. Just like every night has it's dawn.
I've matured a lot and I realised it was time to come back.. for good!
Cariad didn't know what to do. Should he go after her? He ran a hand through his hair. He finally went out of the building and looked around for Emily. He saw her on the sidewalk, crying. He sat down beside her. "There are other ways to get my attention than lying to me and cheating on your bf. How can I be guarenteed that you won't cheat on me if you find someone better?"
"This kind of love is not a product of reasonings and statics--it just comes-none knows whence-and can't explain itself. And doesn't need to." Mark Twain
Cariad didn't know what to think. Was she still lying to him?! But he loved her. He held her close and pushed into the kiss, stroking her hair as he did. He pulled away and looked deeply into her eyes. "I love you, but you're going to HAVE to tell me the truth from now on, no matter what, okay?!"
"This kind of love is not a product of reasonings and statics--it just comes-none knows whence-and can't explain itself. And doesn't need to." Mark Twain
Cariad nodded. "Good." He kissed her passionately. "What would you like to do now, gorgeous?"
She shrugged. He laughed and kissed her neck passionately. "You smell good..." He commented.
"This kind of love is not a product of reasonings and statics--it just comes-none knows whence-and can't explain itself. And doesn't need to." Mark Twain
"Of course I do!!! I don't want to hurt you! I just love you."
"This kind of love is not a product of reasonings and statics--it just comes-none knows whence-and can't explain itself. And doesn't need to." Mark Twain
Cariad ran a hand through his hair. "Okay. Is there anything you want to do before I turn you?" He asked, stroking her hair softly. He loved her so much. He didn't want to ever be without her.
"This kind of love is not a product of reasonings and statics--it just comes-none knows whence-and can't explain itself. And doesn't need to." Mark Twain
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