There are easy ways to bring back summer in the snowstorm

How I admired people who talked about their vices as though they were distant relatives they'd learn to put up with because they couldn't quite disown them.

I wish I knew how to calibrate my kiss the way he did but passion allows us to hide more.

Was our intimacy paid for in the wrong currency? Or is intimacy the desired product no matter where you find it, how you acquire it, what you pay for it, black market, grey market, taxed, untaxed, under the table, over the counter.

Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second.But then perhaps this is what lovers are.