I assumed that maybe someday, when I was ready, things could have developed between us.
Ryle is my unexpected tidal wave, and right now I’m skimming the beautiful surface.
Peace doesn’t come to everyone in the same form.
His presence alone works wonders for a wounded soul.
A crash. Books fall to the speckled linoleum floor. They.
If I had superpower, it would be infiltration. I would infiltrate his mind so I could see every single one of his thoughts.
Karen makes her way back into the living room.
Thoughts like that are why I’m drowning my sorrows in chocolate.
He’s just invading my thoughts and my stomach and my lungs and my world. That’s his superpower. Invasion.
People get married assuming they’ll live long, happy lives together. What happens when one of those is cut short, but the other is expected to live out those vows for the rest of their life?
I don’t know why the suggestion sounds more appealing coming out of his mouth than Karen’s, but I nod.
The day I realized that maybe my life was thrown off course because fate had something even better in store for me.
Miles : that’s why people enjoy kissing, because it feels good. but when you like to kiss someone because of who she is, the difference isn’t found in the pleasure. the difference is found in the pain you feel when you’re not kissing her. maybe that explains why falling in-love is so damn paindful.
How do you know it was him? Did he introduce himself?” He shakes his head. “Nah, but he overheard Marshall introducing me to someone as ‘Lily’s date.’ I thought the look he gave me was going to set me on fire. That’s why I came in here. I like you, but I’m not willing to die for you.” I.
Cheers to strong genes.
That’s... ” He points to Claire’s nursery and tries to speak, but it takes him several tries to get his sentence out. “That’s his sister,” he finally says, blowing out an unsteady breath. “Rachel. You gave him a sister.
I let him use me to get rid of his pain.
If you’d feel more comfortable, I’d be happy to run with her for the next week or so in the mornings. I usually run the track at school, but it’s not a big deal. You know, just to make sure this doesn’t happen again.
Some risks are never worth taking. Especially when those risks failed you in the past.
The hard part comes when you want out.