She’s sunshine and fresh air and the northern lights. She’s a goddess, through and through with playful eyes and a smile that will knock you flat on your back.
Maybe this wasn’t how we saw our lives going but right now, I can’t think of it going any other way. I know you have your reservations and you’re entitled to them. I have mine too. I know we’ve only known each other for a few weeks and I know we’re not in love. We’re barely in like. But I do know that I want to do this with you and I can only hope you’ll do it with me.
Is it wrong that I want to order him some briefs just so I can get some work done?
I think dogs come to you when you need them just as much as when they need you.
Our love was a mistake from the start. A beautiful, life-rendering mistake.
But the road only twists and turns. It is forever uphill, forever testing us.
Because the past makes you who you are. I want to know why you’re this way.
I’ve minded my manners, I’ve stayed noble, but when it comes to taking her in the bedroom, all of that is gone. I won’t be royal. I’ll be a savage instead.
You can take me to the shittiest restaurant or bar and I’ll seriously be happy if I can sit at a booth. I don’t even have to drink. Sitting is one of life’s most underrated pleasures.
I could kiss you for a thousand days and it still wouldn’t be enough,” he says. “I could gaze at you for a million days and it wouldn’t be enough. I could touch you, taste you, be so deep inside you that you’re fused to my skin, do this forever and it still wouldn’t be enough forever with you isn’t enough.
You can choose fear. Or you can choose love.
I will be here by your side, as much as I can. As Viktor, not a prince. As your friend, your lover, your man.
Loss of love is the most terrifying feeling in the world.
My love ruined that man’s life.
You bring light to my life. When you leave, there will only be a black hole inside of me. You’ll take my heart with you.” His breath deepened and he looked into my eyes. “Vera, I am in love with you.
My nickname in high school, aside from Amanda Panda, Lord of the Geeks, and Tits McGee, was Sir Pukes-A-Lot. It didn’t matter that I wasn’t a sir. I still got sick every time I got really nervous, which led to many embarrassing moments during presentations, PE, and drama class.
Maybe money gets you killed in the end.” “No, no,” he said. “Money is what gets other people killed. By you.
Being inside her feels like being home, it feels like being in love, it feels like everything sweet and beautiful and nice in the world. Every time I come in her I hope I’m making a home for myself, a place where I belong.
It’s not exactly polite to keep saying hell, but you can always do what I do and make up a word. Like, twatwaffle. Or douchecanoe.
I really did love you,” he said softly. Then he straightened up and his eyes were unreadable. Blank. “But there are some things in this world more important than love. Some things that last longer. Empires. You build something great, something large, something that gets people’s attention, and you’re remembered forever. You love a girl, give her your heart, and you won’t be remembered six years later. Love doesn’t last. But empires do. They go on. And on. And on. Even if just in history books.