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February 16, 2014
Hot. He was simply that. HOT.

Like a steam engine on overdrive. I could probably drench him in cold water, and it'd all flash to vapor in seconds. I wanted him. I wanted him to bring me to the sun's core through his hotness. Fusion. That's what happens in the core, they say. And that's what we'll do. Fuse like there's no future.

But we just can't, because he won't. I hate that about him, the way he's a glass of ice-cold lemonade that isn't for sale on a sweltering hot summer day. Incapable of love my foot. Really??