I don’t need designer things. And YOU are designer, Rush.
Don’t become me. Don’t let her down like I did. You only deserve what you make yourself worthy of. Do what I couldn’t. Be a man.
My girl and my kid gets the best, always.
Or maybe I’d lost my soul already. I doubted God let someone like me keep any gift from him. It was highly likely I’d been born without one.
I love you. I’ll never leave you and I swear to you sweetheart that you will never be alone.
You’re it for me, baby. Just you. You’re not going to be your mother. You’re special and unique and we’re going to get you help. But I will be right by your side the entire time. I’ll never leave you. I swear it.
Last question. Why do you love Della? – Braden Until Della walked into my life I didn’t understand the idea of love. I had never been in love and experienced very little love in my life. But I’d seen it once -Woods.
I wanted to live. For the father and brother who I never knew and for my mother who was cheated of a life of happiness. I wanted to live for them. And I wanted to live for me.
Identifying pain in others was easy for me. I was drawn to it in some strange perverse way.
When you get inside go change into something loose and baggy. And for all that’s holy, please wear panties and a bra.
She was crazy. I could be too. It was my greatest fear, that I’d snap one day too. Just like she had. I wanted to live life because if that day came I wanted to have lived once.
I don’t want to lose you. I’m in love with you Blaire. I’ve never wanted anything or anyone the way I want you. I can’t imagine my world now without you in it.
With Woods arms wrapped around me and the beat of his heart pressed against my chest, I knew he would hold me steady. If I ever fell, I’d have him to catch me.
Having you close like this makes me forget the reasons why this won’t work. We will never work.
It was like she’d become the sun, and I started revolving around her. She was my center.
I’d walked too close to heaven and gotten a glimpse. The hell I’d lived before her no longer appealed to me.
Love shouldn’t make our choices for us; it should just add importance to our choices.
A small laugh startled me and I looked over to see her actually smiling. Making her do that more often was a new goal.
How do I soothe his ache when mine was a big gaping hole large enough for both of us to fit in?
He was so good and honest. Why couldn’t I love him instead?