To the person who doesn't know how to use apostrophes: That's great. Unfortunately, you can't even spell the name of your favorite book correctly. So I'll respect your choice, but please...don't inform me of them. Bleu, hopefully, has decided to cooperate, but if it hasn't...(wait...how would you be reading this if it hasn't? Hmmm...) I'll hear about it on the news, won't I? Please do something that drastic, I'd love it. Addicted1, I've seen those books! And I always wanted to read them, but I've never gotten around to actually buying one.
Anyway. Maddison! Oh, how I love my Maddison.
Too Much
"It's too much," she whispers to Mark. "This is too much, and we can't do it any more."
"What are you talking about?" His thumb makes circles on her face, tracing the lines of her half-smile, her nose, her eyelids.
"We can't keep doing this, Mark, because then you'll be in danger of falling in love with me," she says, though she's not sure why this is a bad thing.
"...What if I do? What's going to happen?" She wants to hit that smirk.
"Then I'll fall in love with you, too. We can't be in love." He laughs. "I will! I'll end up loving you. It always happens. Hans says so."
He kisses her, maybe a bit too much, and all she can mutter between kisses is "I will," which soon melt away into nothing.
Reference: Hans is our dear friend Hans Christian Anderson, who introduced all of us to True Love and Happily Ever After