From Lukov with Love

There was a pause. “I’m a catch.”

“A catch and release.”

Love to me was honesty. Being real. Knowing someone’s best and worst. Love was a push that said someone believed in you when you didn’t.
Love was effort and time.

When you want something bad enough, you can always make it happen.

And apparently, James had a giant dick.

And apparently, James had a giant dick.

And apparently, James had a giant dick.

And apparently, James had a giant dick.

And apparently, James had a giant dick.

And your sister Ruby randomly whispered that her husband was in the army for over ten years.

“You don’t get to become good at anything without sacrificing something to make time.”