The Monster

"Maybe we were never meant for each other. But that night at the carnival, when you showed me who you were, I figured out who I wanted to be."

The most important thing I'd ever read was scribbled on the door of a portable restroom, engraved into plastic at a carnival on the outskirts of Boston.

Lust lingers, love stays.

Lust is impatient, love waits.

Lust burns, love warms.

Lust destroys, but love? Love kills.

Maybe it was always my destiny to fall in love with a monster.

When other kids stayed aw...