He unclenched his fists and dropped her worries, unable to catch them for her. But she picked them back up and dusted them off. She wants to be able to hold them herself now.
You deserve more than a secondhand I love you.
We both kissed a lot. We both laughed a lot. We both loved a lot. We both breathed a lot. A lot.
My grandfather used to say the placement of a birthmark was the story of how a person lost the battle in their past life. I guess.
Please forgive me. I had two poor choices to choose from, neither of which I wanted.
My emotions are all over the place.
I used to believe if you loved someone enough, that love could withstand anything. As long as two people remained in love, then nothing could tear them apart. Not even tragedy. But now I realize that tragedy can tear down even the strongest of things.
I don’t know if I normally believe in soul mates,” I tell her. “But for the next twenty-four hours, I’d bet my life for it to be true.
I’ve never felt stronger than I feel when I’m with her. I’ve never felt like I had purpose like I feel when I’m with her.
I’m beginning to fear that maybe I’m not so though after all.
I think if a person is really, truly in love then it has to be unconditional.
Why do I feel like I don’t care what you feel like?
There have been times I’ve wondered if I could ever allow myself to trust a guy. For the most part, I hate men because the only example I have is my father. But spending all this time with Atlas is changing me. Not in a huge way, I don’t think. I still distrust most people. But Atlas is changing me enough to believe that maybe he’s an exception to the norm.
Non dovrei innamorarmi della tua risata.
I just don’t see anything ever happening in this life that could make me not want you all over my skin.
I didn’t think God would make someone go through that much physical pain. I didn’t think God would make someone suffer like she suffered.
Okay, so how does this work exactly?” I ask as we walk toward his car. “Do we float down the bayou in rowboat while little critters sing ‘Kiss the Girl’.
Because suicide is the most selfish thing a person can do.
But I’m not that girl. I never want to be that girl. For the rest of my life, I want to be the girl dancing with Silas in the street.
Your writing matters to me, Lowen.