You don’t know how you wreck me.
I’ve never met a man more breathtaking. Or heartbreaking.
And then there was you, Slayer of my heart, The one I would destroy, Keeper of my heart.
She sits next to me for hours in the garage, talking nonstop, while I work on my motorcycle. She’ll sit and massage my feet while I practice guitar. I straighten her hair for her with the flat iron because she always misses that one spot in the back of her head. When we’re apart we text and video chat as much as possible. She’s my best friend, and I love her at her best and her worst and everything that falls in the middle.
Did you forget?” I ask playfully, leaning a little closer to him, his hand on my neck pulling me forward, gently coaxing me even closer. “You’re the man I’m going to marry someday.
Our courtship breathes slowness. It hides in the dark corners. It peeks out with tiny touches, explodes with quick erotic moments, then runs back to hide. It is both sweet and dirty, and it’s taboo.
Respectable young women don’t let dirty homeless men put their hands on them. You throw them a dollar and you walk the other way. You don’t spread your Goddamn legs.
The power that words can hold is nothing short of amazing. They can hurt you, and they can heal you. Or, they can completely gut you. And sometimes, like now, they can make everything right in your world.
She’s like the star on top of the Christmas tree – that final glittering touch that brings it all together.
I wish you weren’t who you are...
You scare me sometimes. I’m always afraid I’m going to wake up tomorrow and you’ll be gone.” “I promise to give you as many tomorrows as I possibly can.
My love, Come back to me. My heart misses you. My soul aches for you. My body needs you. My mind craves you. You Are My Forever.
The secret to fairy tales is believing in them. That’s what makes them come true.
It took months for me to get used to the idea of going to other rooms, of being able to go outside, walk around, and return to where I started. The expectation of a wall popping up and stopping me, trapping me, continues to linger. I still expect him to sneak into my space, even though I watched him die. Death doesn’t erase fear or memories. The monsters that live inside us are much harder to get rid of. I’m getting better at battling them, though.
His melancholy smile carries a hint of sensuality. He’s like an eclipse – simultaneously dark and light, and not safe to look at for too long without suffering a burn.
Love is like an onion, with a lot of layers and a lot of tears before you get to the good part.
People don’t have to be perfect to be loved. They can be broken and sick and messed up and ugly. Everyone deserves love.
How long does it take for a broken heart to unbreak? Does it ever go back together again? Or is it just forever damaged, eternally weakened, shivering in the dark among our bones?
My love, For all the times I pushed you away My heart was trying to pull you closer.
I feel like, if someone were to cut me open right now, my veins would drip glitter and rainbows.