I didn’t want you to fall in love with me because of fate... I wanted you to fall in love with me simply because you couldn’t help yourself.
I realize there can’t be a maybe someday between us. There will never be a maybe someday. He loves her, and she obviously loves him, and I can’t blame them, because whatever they have is beautiful.
Death by routine.
It must be hard to move past the physical reminders of people you love.
I tell myself that with enough effort, I can control my feelings.
Cycles exist because they are excruciating to break. It takes an astronomical amount of pain and courage to disrupt a familiar pattern. Sometimes it seems easier to just keep running in the same familiar circles, rather than facing the fear of jumping and possibly not landing on your feet. My mother went through it. I went through it. I’ll be damned if I allow my daughter to go through it. I kiss her on the forehead and make her a promise. “It stops here. With me and you. It ends with us.
My mother used to say that houses have a soul, and if that is true, the soul of Verity Crawford’s house is as dark as they come.
When you connect with someone that fast and feel that much from their kiss, it’s not so easy to just forget them when they do something to hurt you.
It was about her. I wanted the man who treated her how she deserved to be treated to be given the honor of giving away her daughter. In.
But five years is a long time, Fallon. Who knows what could happen between now and then. Hell, I didn’t even have hair on my nuts five years ago.” I.
She deserves better. So much better. She deserves me. If only she knew that.
I close my eyes and lean into him. I think my body makes the choice for me, because my mind has certainly lost all control. I press my face against his neck and listen quietly as our breaths fail to slow. The longer we stand here and the more he says, the heavier our need grows. I can feel it in the way he holds me. I can hear it in the desperate plea of his voice. I can feel it with every rise and fall of his chest.
Avoidance sounds like such a harmless word, but that one word can cause some severe damage to a relationship. We avoided so much in our marriage, simply out of fear. We avoided communicating. We avoided talking about the challenges we faced. We avoided all the things that made us the saddest. And after time, I began to avoid the other half of my life altogether. I avoided him physically, which led to emotional avoidance, which led to a lot of feelings that were left unsaid.
Wanting more than anything to be free to love each other but cursed by bad timing and loyal hearts. We both know where we want to be; we just don’t know how to get there. Or when we should get there.
I wish I could bottle up the expression on his face and release it any time I need a good laugh.
Lake, you know a band has true talent when their imperfections define perfection.
I don’t like his serious glances. I don’t like what they do to my stomach. I also don’t like what his smiley smile does to my stomach.
I read reviews a lot for the audiobooks I narrate, so I’ve seen the comments about how readers would do anything to make book boyfriends real. Here I am, convinced I’m standing in the arms of one, and I’m about to walk away from him.
I think that should be this year’s goal. You need to figure out what you’re passionate about. Because it can’t be being a housewife.
What the hell was I thinking? that wasn’t funny. It was supposed to be funny, but it’s after midnight, and I’m never funny after midnight.