Is it bad that I want to kiss Percy Jackson again?

I know I'm not supposed to, and I'm probably never going to again, but I want to.

His lips are so soft.

Is it really bad to love someone?

My mother used to tell me that loving someone will ruin your life. That just the thought of them will make your stomach turn to butterflies, then moths.

And what even happened to Percy and Annabeth? It was love that made Percy this way.

But I want to kiss him again. I want his warm lips on my cold ones, thoughts swarming across my mind.

I want to love. Is that too much to ask? Is it too self centered? Is loving someone really a bad thing to do?

Maybe it's just some foolish thought. Maybe I'm just making things up to make myself feel better.

But there was something in that cold air, something other than nitrogen, oxygen, and carbon dioxide.

The infinite stars above us spelled it out.

How can I fix Percy's broken heart?

How can I fix mine?

The answer lays obvious, written in the sky. It doesn't take a child of Athena or Apollo to figure it out.

One more kiss. That's all I need. One last kiss with Percy Jackson.

Is that too much to ask?