And so it began.
I’m not surprised when she reaches towards me and lifts my shirt, her eyes widening in appreciation as she takes in my abs. When you have lots of muscles and ink and hair that’s longer than the norm, people think they can touch you. Pet you. Like it’s okay.
Tor: I’ve always loved how unconditionally you love me Ah. The power that words can hold is nothing short of amazing. They.
I liked this. For once, I’m not boring, safe, and predictable little Piper. I’ve walked willingly into the depths of the unknown, which comes under the guise of inked arms and a beautiful voice. He’s my first taste of wild, and he’s nothing short of delicious.
I’m an uncle. And my two best friends are parents. And we’re all fuckin’ under sixteen.
I want this man to be mine. His lips, his touch, his lust, his smile, his love. I want it all, and I’ll wait a lifetime for him if that’s what it takes. Call it lust or love. call it whatever you want. I’m in deep. I’m drowning in him.
Love doesn’t have rules, Blue. The way you love me is perfect. And I love you. That’s all that matters.
Our love may be unexpected and flawed, but it’s ours. That’s all that matters.
You’re the one, you’re it, you’re my home.
You’re my one and only and my everything. I’ve loved you at your best and I’ve loved you at your worst and I’m going to continue to love you through anything and everything.
Asher, honey, I think you need to forget the past for a while. Focus on what you have now. If you keep looking behind you, you’re not going to see what – or who – is in front of you.
I’ve been having a physical relationship with the detachable showerhead for a year now while you’ve been with another woman?
You falling in love with me will destroy us both.
I’ll wait for you,” I whisper to the dark room. “I love you.
As long as she’s breathing, I’m not letting her go or giving her up.
I’m no one.” Her voice is low and haunting. “I’m not a wife or a sister or a mother or a singer. I’m a mindless mannequin who looks like someone else.
I woke up to a man who’s physically married to me but mentally married to someone else, and I don’t feel married to anyone at all.
My love, walk in the rain with me, kiss me in the misty fog. Let me hold you all night under the hush of the wind. I’m waiting for you, throwing pennies, making wishes. I’m wishing only for you, always for you. Come back to me. I’ll fight for you, I’ll fight for us. Wish for me too and I’ll make it come true. I love you forever and longer.
I don’t know how to let go of the woman she used to be, and I’m not sure I want to. The crazy truth is, I’m in love with them both, and I’m slowly losing my mind trying to make sense of it.
The thing about being crazy is that it can slowly become normal before you even realize it.