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.