I think we need to consider Rags was the probable victim here. Maybe you need to give us your contact information so our attorney can serve papers.” “That’s absurd!” The man shook his head. “What grounds do you have for suing us?” “Rape. Emotional distress and trauma. Rags recently lost his owners. The last thing he needed was a swollen vulva shoved into his snout.
We are human. Claiming to be infallible is risky. A professor I had in college told her students that certainty leads to nowhere except one’s demise. Sparingly use the words promise, guarantee, always, and never.
I will love you always.” My eyes squeeze shut, forcing out a few residual tears. “Please don’t ever forget it.
We cling to each other. Maybe if we’re strong enough, we can make it through the storm without being ripped apart, stranded – completely alone.
One is enough. It’s unique. It’s a chance, an opportunity, an experience.
One is never greedy. One is independent. One can change everything.
Love is inclusive and something humans share in many ways. It doesn’t define us, it refines us – makes us better for having taken a chance on it. We are different people at different times in our lives.
Lautner is making love to me and nobody has ever made love to me. In this moment, I’m certain no one will ever make love to me again.
Women were fickle creatures with delicate needs, invisible boundaries, and often times unrealistic expectations.
And you’re the first breath of oxygen that’s touched my lungs in ten years,” he whispers in my ear.
Do you feel it?” “Feel what?” He sat on the edge of my bed. “My heart beating in your hands.
I can’t decipher that cryptic statement, so I force myself to trust that everything will work out in time. If there’s some divine or cosmic reason for all of this, it will be revealed.
This,” he grits, pushing my hand harder against his chest like he’s using it to punctuate his words. “I can’t fix this.
Nothing hurried. Surrendering to patience. Ignoring time. Living for the unknown. Embracing the unexpected.
I’m sorry,” she whispers, letting her gaze drift to the floor. “For what?” “For waking the dead.
You didn’t wake the dead. You comforted the living.
Griffin loves blueberry rooibos ice tea. I love that this amazing man beside me doesn’t need a constant buzz to enjoy life – to enjoy me.
Not every truth made sense, but it didn’t make it less true.
That’s how you know you’re living. If your heart’s not racing, if your teeth aren’t chattering, then you’re not doing it right.
Life without Henna is nothing short of my heart trying to beat against a wall of broken glass. Slowly bleeding out.