ThoughtDuJour

two days ago in the lines between the ink of a newspaper:

She's done worse. She's gone far and beyond where she was supposed to stay. And eve tho she's had a taste of extreme she doesn't want that from you. Cause you're different.

She'd feel evil, corrupting someone so good by asking something so bad. She can't even fathom the thought. It just doesn't occur to her. Except for very late at night. And even then it seems so incredibly inhumane that the though quickly integrates into sweeter things.

More innocent things. A smile in the hall, a conversation. If she wants to indulge her self she imagines walking towards him and getting a hug. The most daring thought would be a peck on the cheek, and a smile so close she could look straight into his eyes and see all his emotions play out.

She doesn't allow other fantasies to screen and shutter behind her eyes because suddenly all that seems so wrong and crude. She only wants the most innocent things from him. Only the Sweetest.