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.