He says things with laughing eyes and a grin, but his words lash out like a whip.
No shirt today. Dammit.
Have you ever heard of people referred to as Chronics?” he asks. I shake my head. “I think Verity might have made up the term. After our daughters died, she said we were Chronics. Prone to chronic tragedy. One terrible thing.
Sometimes moving on is the only way to move on.
Y por ultimo, pero no menos importante, ni un poquito menos impotente. Nunca te arrepientas.
Part of me wasn’t sure I wanted him in the bed with me, but I soon realize that falling asleep in our shared sadness is somehow more comforting than falling asleep alone.
Musicians have blocks, just like writers do. You’ll find your muse again.
He kisses me like he’s giving me every kiss he wishes he could have given me in the past, and every kiss he’ll wish he could give me in the future. All of them, all at once.
I hate technology.
She’s trying to change the subject, even though we weren’t speaking out loud.
If my life were a scary movie, I’d be the first to die.
You looked really sexy with all that chicken grease on your face. Ripping the meat away with your teeth like a savage. God. I just want to marry you.
You act one way in front of everyone else, but at night when I’m on the phone with you, I get the real Charlie. It’s going to be absolute torture not dialing your number and hearing your voice before I go to sleep each night, but I can’t do this anymore. I can’t only love that part of you – the real part of you. I want to love you when I talk to you at night and I also want to love you when I see you during the day, but you’re beginning to show two different sides of yourself.
The most disturbing thing about it is how skilled we are at pretending nothing has changed.
I told you before I’ll never stop loving you. I’ll never forget what we have.
Art is just an expression. An expression isn’t the same as an act, as much as it sometimes feels that way.
I wonder what people do when they have no place to go and no place to be.
The one thing I’ve always admired about my relationship with Ridge is that we’re so honest and real with each other. I’ve always been able to say exactly what I was thinking, and so has he. I don’t like this shift we’ve made.
But be warned, just because I like to bake doesn’t mean I’m good at it.
He smiles at me. It’s a shy smile and it’s so cute, it makes me smile.