M is for Mustapha

To be honest with you, I had no idea what I was doing. He was the first person I had ever loved that way and the truth is, I was too young and I was not ready and I still had tons of growing up left to do but I loved him anyway.

M is for a thumping heart and goosebumps and cold shivers down my spine.

M is for secrets whispered in the dark and overdoses of Never.

M is for midnight adventures, the cool breeze, and the open star-filled sky.

M is for shoulder kisses, bite marks, and the sweetest pain.

M is for the lure of the different, the beautiful, and the forbidden.

M is for everything that might have been but now will never be.

M is for The King of Pain, Elwe Singollo and Bakura

M is for Mustapha, my little beast-whore, who alone held my heart.