There are precisely four boys on the planet who really interest me, who make me want nothing more than to TAKE them, to use them, to make them mine.

I can't have a single one of them.

Yeah.

I'm gonna go curl up and cry in frustration for a while, k? And apparently no, none of the newer possibles do it for me. That particular itch is still unscratched. Likely will remain so for a very long time, it seems.

Whoever said it's better to have loved and lost than never loved at all was DEAD WRONG.