
Because having your style doesn’t mean being a bad influence.
“If you love me let me go
If you love me let me go
‘Cause these words are knives and often leave scars
The fear of falling apart
And truth be told, I never was yours
The fear, the fear of falling apart
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart.”
We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It’s easy. The first girl I ever loved was someone I knew in sixth grade…The last girl I love will be someone I haven’t even met yet, probably. They all count. But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you’ll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there’s still one more tier to all this; there is always one person who you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it always happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of those lovable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. You will remember having conversations with this person that never actually happened. You will recall sexual trysts with this person that never technically occurred. This is because the individual who embodies your personal definition of love does not really exist. The person is real, and the feelings are real—but you create the context. And context is everything.
And maybe what growing up really means is knowing that you don’t have to be just a character, going whichever way the story says. It’s knowing you could be the author instead.

“Uhhhhh…” Syx jerked back from the blond eared cat woman who’d kissed him on the cheek, completely unsure what to make of this situation.
“and scars, show me all the scars you hide, and hey, if your wings are broken please take mine so yours can open too…”

Surprised but pleased, Syx tugged the taller man down for round two.
Faith’s expression was closed down entirely, her eyes hard and frigid with very little hints of the rage she felt.
“…You touch me again, and I will not hesitate to teach you a valuable lesson in personal space..” her tone was as flat as her expression. Her fingers twitched just slightly, already wanting to teach him a lesson he would likely never forget… not if she had anything to say about it

“Ah heh heh I’ll… just do now then shall I?”