Falyn,” Taylor said through his teeth, “I see you’ve met my brother Tyler.” “Tyler?” I asked, wiping his lips from my mouth. “My twin brother,” Taylor clarified.
She can hear you, fuckstick.
I’ve loved every version of you there’s ever been. I’ll love whoever comes back.” My.
Taylor glanced up at me, and for just a moment, I was captured by a pair of warm brown irises. In less than a second, I found something familiar behind his eyes. Then he blinked and returned to his menu.
People have forgotten to use their memories. They look at life through the lens of a camera or the screen of a cell phone instead of remembering how it looks, how it smells” – I took a deep breath through my nose – “how it sounds” – my voice echoed over the smaller peaks below – “how it feels.
I leaned over, barely touching my cheek to his arm. Without hesitation, Tyler reached around my shoulders and hugged me against his side. I stiffened at first, but then relaxed, feeling the warmth of his body thaw my frozen bones.
When love was real, so was forever.
Nothing was more frightening than being manipulated by my own heart.
I think it’s pretty obvious that I don’t just want you.” He laughed once, nervous. “I can’t stay away from you. That qualifies as need.
Anthony pointed his finger, swirling tiny invisible circles in the air. “You must have voodoo in your hoohoo.
What’s worse is the louder I am, the less they hear.
For people who had struggled for every step forward, we didn’t have one regret, and we wouldn’t change a thing. Every wrong turn had led us to this moment, proving that every choice we’d made was right. We had cried and hurt and bled our way to happiness, the kind that couldn’t be stopped by fire or wind. However it had happened and whatever it was, we were something beautiful.
Your observations aren’t always correct. Sometimes, things go deeper than what you see on the surface.
I kissed her temple, and we continued through the doors. Our past was now and now was in the past. Just as she’d promised, we were together again, in a moment of no sickness or pain – only love. And when love was real, so was forever.
One I did, Travis flipped off the lamp, and then pulled me against him without permission or apology. He tensed his arms and sighed, and I nestled my face into his neck. I shut my eyes tight, trying to savor the moment. I knew I would wish for that moment back every day of my life, so I lived it with everything I had.
He was mine, and I was his. If I knew anything at all, it was that only those two things mattered.
We all pretended it would get better, but the unspoken truth is always louder than the stories we tell.
Did you just insinuate I’m comparable to Chuck Norris? Because I’ll take that.
He’s not an ogre. Actually, at this point, he might think I’m the ogre.
The reasons leading to the origin of the problem aren’t always simple, but the solution always is.