My world is a less scary place with you in it, baby. I will kiss you a thousand times every day if that’s what it takes to keep you in love with me for the rest of our days.
Our first kiss. I wanted it to be good for her, change her world in some way. I wanted it to be her best first kiss of all the first kisses she had experienced. It was my first time touching her heart after all; she needed to remember every second of it.
How my heart missed beating like this. For him. Only for him.
Soon enough, I’ll win you over. You already loved me once; I’ll make it happen again.
Didn’t every woman feel like a little girl when their dad gave them a good hug? Didn’t everyone just want to stay there until the monsters went away?
My heart ached with love for a little girl who in some ways had always belonged to me.
Because if I fall in love with him I won’t survive that fall.
I wanted to own those secret smiles just as much I wanted to own her beautiful heart. I wanted to be the reason for their existence.
I want to be that person to you, Rose. I want to be the person you lean on. You and I, we’re the same. We have no one but each other. You’ll lean on me and I’ll do the same. We’ll learn how. We’re in this together.
Can they bury me here? Will you let them? Please? I just want my ghost to sit over there and look down at the city, and maybe walk around the grass every now and then. I won’t bother to haunt you at all.
You are different from what I’m used to, little one. Different from the little kid I remember,” he said as we started eating our dinner in a comfortable silence. “Different how?” “I don’t know yet.” I thought about it for a minute, then in a conversational tone said, “Maybe it’s the boobs?” Choking on his food, he coughed for a good minute while I sat there serenely, looking straight ahead. At last, in a strangled voice, he said, “Yeah. It might be the boobs.