Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.
Saying that you’re okay is so much easier rather than explaining all the reasons why you’re not.
Rough sex is the manifestation of romance. You trust someone so much that you let them do whatever they want with one thing that is yours.