I kiss her on the forehead and make her a promise. “It stops here. With me and you. It ends with us.
He keeps it soft and concise, and I imagine he kisses the same way he writes. Gentle strokes of the keys, each word thought through and completed with purpose.
Everything about the way he makes me feel is absolutely terrifying. The way my heart wants to be held by him is terrifying. The way my knees seem to forget how to hold me up is terrifying. The way my mouth wants to be claimed by his is terrifying.
Part of me misses you so much it hurts, while part of me wishes I never even met you to begin with.
It’s so much easier having someone else to blame when things go where they shouldn’t.
You don’t put pressure on me to be something I’m incapable of being. You accept me exactly how I am.
Especially when those days turn into nights, and I have to lie in ny bed alone, listening to the silence.
And when you love someone, seeing them sad also makes you sad.
You said pain is necessary, because in order for a person to succeed, they must first learn to conquer adversity.
When you love someone, you owe it to them to help them be the best version of themselves that they can be.
I was too mad. I’m not even sure who I’m mad at. I just kept thinking about our country and the whole world and how screwed up it is that people don’t do more for each other.
I like that he doubts us, but his loyalty to me trumps his reasoning. I’m sure very few people have that quality.
I love music. It feeds my soul.
As long as the two people end up happy, it doesn’t really matter if they end up happy together.
But sometimes the reason women go back is simply because they’re in love. I love my husband, Ellen. I love so many things about him. I wish cutting my feelings off for the person who hurt me was as easy as I used to think it would be. Preventing your heart from forgiving someone you love is actually a hell of a lot harder than simply forgiving them.
There’s a guy at the other end of the bar who looks up at us just as I’m taking my seat, and I assume this is Harrison. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a head full of curly, red hair. The combination of his fair skin and the fact that there are four-leaf clovers on almost every sign in this place makes me wonder if he’s Irish or if he just wishes he were.
When I say you just know, it’s because you will. You won’t question it. You don’t wonder if what you feel is actually love, because when it is, you’ll be absolutely terrified that you’re in it. And when that happens, your priorities will change. You won’t think about yourself and your own happiness. You’ll only think about that person, and how you would do anything to see them happy. Even if it meant walking away from them and sacrificing your own happiness for theirs.
I haven’t been able to get you out of my head. I don’t know why. At work, at home. All I can think about is how crazy it feels when I’m near you, and I need you to make it stop, Lily.” He stops pacing and faces me. “Please make it stop. Just once – that’s all it’ll take. I swear.
Desire is easy to fight. Especially when the only weapon desire possesses is attraction. It’s not so easy when you’re trying to win a war against the heart.
It makes me want to go back and reread everything I’ve ever read, now that I’m experiencing these things with someone in real life.