A Perfectly Good Heart? Monday, January 27, 2014. I cruise around a side street in Pittsburgh, staring at the address on my phone while going over the conversation I have drawn out in my head. As I get closer and closer to my final destination I become more wary. And believe me, there is pain. Because I was a fucking pussy.

Thursday, August 12, 2010. I definitely had a buzz going. First the win, then the alcohol, and then I had finally made progress with Peydon. Did she still appear to hate me? Rarely. Or at least only during the moments she remembered to. I could tell I was breaking down her guard, and I was actually a little surprised at how easily her walls had seem to come tumbling down. What was she trying to hide from? As to the reasons behind her restlessness, I can only imagine. I look at my watch, .

Monday, November 14, 2011. To me, it just seemed like the perfect ending. instead of posting an epilogue. Thursday, November 10, 2011. Marc notices how I tense up and shifts in response to reposition us. He clears his throat before speaking. She calls again, and this time I look at her, let her see the pain and agony in my eyes.

Monday, June 13, 2011. I sigh before taking his hand in mine and lightly kissing his knuckles. I turn around to face him, pushing his sexy hair out of his face before trailing my hands down from his shoulders to his abs, lightly tracing the out line of them. But then my hand lingers, just at that goody trail that leads to the recently awaken beast that lies underneath his boxers. And I do mean beast. Her touches are driving me crazy, so I finally decide to give her a little taste of he.