Any slice of paradise (pie) that we find is always tainted (burned?) in some way,
I rarely find a blessing without strings attached anymore. (okay, maybe not rarely, but still...) A challenge always seems to present itself.
Anything I find enjoyable comes with a price. I must sacrifice something, even if it’s my sanity. Which I fear I might indeed lose soon whether from guilt or denial.

Why must this be so difficult?
Why can’t something simply be beautiful and wonderful?
Why must it be tarnished with temptation?

"i haven't been so nervous to touch fingers in a while
when eye contact means more than eye contact
our bare legs keep each other warm in this weather
and you lean your head on my shoulder
because your ears are cold, too
and i just sit and smile while you look over at me
because we both like each other,
and we both know it :)"

- Miss Becca S.

I bolded that one part because I totally do that, and I've often wondered if others do too, haha. :)