Nine years. I’ve been waiting nine years for this. Nine years to finally have you the way I’ve always needed you.
There is no one way to fall in love. It may scar you, make its mark, but that fall, that impact, is different for everyone.
I’ve never understood people who return books after they’ve obviously read them. “Oh no, that dog-eared page was there when I bought it.” Like hell it was. How about I punch you in the bloody face and tell you that bruise was there before and then we’ll call it even.
I’d give her up for you,” I tell her, staring at her relentlessly until she’s forced to meet my eyes again, if just for a second. “I’d give up everything for you.
That was real. That was something. Tell me you felt something, that you felt what I felt.
Without you, I am nothing.
You need fear to stay sharp. You need fear to keep your wildness in check. But just a little bit. Just enough to feel alive.
Aurora,” he whispers against my mouth. “How can I keep you forever?
Privacy is everyone’s given right, and the problem with the world today is the fact that everyone thinks they have a right to it, too.
I adore you. I want to spend every minute with you. I want to spend my future with you. But I’m a man of a past I have yet to shake, even though I’m working on it. You’re bringing me out of the past and into the future, where I belong.
Dream girl,” he whispers. “Tell me I have your heart. I won’t let it go, not for any moment, not for any reason. Tell me I have your heart and I’ll keep it next to my own.
Let it be wild, let it be messy. It’s the first sunrise of many more to come. You can’t screw it up. If you do, there’s always tomorrow.
I’m nowhere but I’m somewhere and it’s not where I want to be. I don’t really know what I want. But I know I don’t have it.
Please, stay with me.
I know you’ve been burned. But I’ve been burned too. Maybe our ashes can make something beautiful together.
Don’t go all mushy on me,” I warn him, half-kidding. “Baby,” he says, kissing my chin and pressing his weight on me. “Have you felt how hard I am? There ain’t a mushy bone in me.
Adulthood is a cage, the restrictions are slowly layered through the years, like bars. Family, jobs, spouses, children, expectations. It all adds up. It all changes us to become people that society wants us to be.
I’m prone to just sitting around at night, eating frozen meals and watching reruns of The Vampire Diaries.
I am anger reborn and frustration unjustified. I am brutal hate and cold, dead winter. I am turning, tumbling in despair and there is no light, no warmth, no world, no heart.
I need to kiss you,” he says, and it’s the smartest thing he’s said all day. “Please.”... His lips are just out of reach. “I need to know if I can feel anything. I want to feel something.