From Lukov with Love

There was a pause. “I’m a catch.”

“A catch and release.”

You’re not ever going to be anyone else’s partner. Not while I’m alive, Meatball. I will drag your stubborn, beautiful ass kicking and screaming back to me because nobody else will ever be good enough for you

If you were going to cry for anyone, it was going to be me.”

I’m not going to give up what I love just because I might not have it forever

But if I’d learned anything over the last year and a half, it was the reality of how tough it was to live with your mistakes. I’d learned how hard it was to face them, and how much harder it was to own them. We all did things we regretted; we all said things we regretted, and guilt was a crushing weight on a person’s soul.

Love to me was honesty. Being real. Knowing someone’s best and worst. Love was a push that said someone believed in you when you didn’t.
Love was effort and time.

When you want something bad enough, you can always make it happen.

And apparently, James had a giant dick.

And apparently, James had a giant dick.

And apparently, James had a giant dick.