I want to know what it means to be in love. But in my dictionary ‘in love’ is indefinable.
I want to open myself, let him inside. But how do I give what has already been taken?
Evil is not intrinsic. It’s fashioned.
How odd, to suddenly glimpse a facet of me I didn’t know existed. I guess it really isn’t all that unusual to surprise oneself with an ugly bit of ego.
Must be nice to have that kind of unshakable belief in a merciful higher power.
Maybe Life is random. No fate. No God. Just Time.
BEAUTIFUL is stark, disquieting and, quite simply, riveting. Amy Reed is an author to keep on your radar.
Have you ever once in your life reached out to touch infinity?
Can a dream be wrong? Aren’t dreams God’s way of telling you things?
Face red, but brave in spite of it, Ethan offered an even smaller box. My hands shook as i opened it. Set in a gold promise ring, three small diamonds glittered. One for you, one for me, one for us, he said sweetly. I love you.
You can have your pick of pretty women. Why me? You’re like the ocean, Pattyn. Pretty enough on the surface, but dive down into your depths, you’ll find beauty most people never see. Lucky me. I fell in, headfirst.
Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?
One foot in front of the other, counting tiles on the floor so I don’t have to focus the blur of painted smiles, fake faces.
Your life doesn’t belong to you, it belongs to the people that love you.
How can I explain purposely setting foot on a path so blatantly treacherous? Was the fun in the fall?
I really have to wonder who or what made Daddy become this way. Babies aren’t born cruel or filled with sick desire. Evil is not intrinsic. It’s fashioned.
It was body rush After body rush, intensity building. Touch me there.
You were a summer gift, one I’ll always treasure. You were a dream I never wanted to wake up from. You opened my eyes to things I’ll never really see. You’re the best thing that will ever happen to me.
Don’t make me laugh, I’d much rather cry.
Happiness, you see, its just an illusion of Fate, a heavenly sleight of hand designed to make you believe in fairy tales. But there’s no happily ever after. You’ll only find happy endings in books. Some books.