MIKO
There are so many instances that have led me to believe I am doomed.
Perhaps I am too much or too little for someone. Too much for some people to handle my cravings and insatiable lust, and then not enough to be wanted after a rough, long night of crazed passion.
Everyone wants a freak until you remember you can't exactly claim them.
Because of something. There is always an excuse as to why you can't take a chance with someone you let your all with.
It seems shameful in daylight even, I think.
That life, that past life that I barely remember some nights all feel like it has brought me to my home.
To Jude.
Jude, who sees all of me, accepts and loves me wholly, and matches my freak.
How did I ever get this lucky?
I love our role-playing nights. That's when the fun is at its peak. But is it really role-playing when I feel like we are just being ourselves?
