"You know what?" "Hm?" "You're worth it." "Hm?" "All this shit you put me through, you're worth it."  "Mmm…thanks."  "Sage?" "Mm?" "Are you asleep?" "Mmm…"  "God damn it, Date.  Why you?"

            I'm in love, and I can't deny it.  I can kick him out, I can curse him out, hell, I can file assault charges, but I love him anyway.  He changes my life with every word he says.  Why?  Why do I let him in this deep?  He's crazy.  He's a mad man, he says I smell like love, and makes it sound like it means something.  Half of what he says is meaningless.  God, he's got me quoting the Beatles.  He's sleeping in my bed, though just last week I told him if he so much as called me, I'd call the police.  He sleeps like an angel, innocent and made of marble.  I guarantee you, the second he wakes up, he'll make me want to take a kitchen knife to him.  But when we… It's not sex, it's pure adoration. 

All my life, I've believed that relationships are built on basic capitalist principles; you get what you pay for, supply and demand, and everybody's out for his or her self.  Sex is of course, the epitome of these rules.  Nobody 'makes love'; sex is about getting what you want.  Even when those rare two people really love each other that ends at the bedroom door.  I know it's true with me.  So why, why not with him?  He's focused, focused on me…

When I fall asleep at his side, I'm always afraid I won't wake up in the morning.  He's that sort of scary.  He's that sort of love.  But, if you asked me what really terrified me about Sage, I wouldn't say any of this.  Because what's truly frightening about the man I love, is how frightened he is of me.