Incite Me

Diary of Dorian King

If love had a concrete name to its means, I'd call it a coincidence.

More importantly, I'd describe it as a feeling of despair once you find yourself unable to see past the silhouette of one person who conquered your soul unwillingly.

I'd call it fate - raw and unforeseen.

Someone who you'd risk your life to protect at all given costs.

Unforgettable twinkle in her eye and that quirky shyness in her velvety lips.

I am bound to make her happy.

To help her stand up and hold her hand when she needs reassurance.

Perhaps it's naive to think time heals the scars as they never fully disappeared off my skin.

But I'm willing to do everything in my power to make her life a better place.

If love had a name, I'd call it Samantha Beales.