I barely knew anything about this girl. I only knew that when I was with her, the entire world felt different. It was like this forest was our own secret land, and here, we could be anything we wanted to be. Anything at all.
It was as if my body was his instrument and he learned to play it so perfectly that the melody vibrated within my very soul. Not only because of the pleasure he brought, but because he cared so much to know every little thing about me.
Funny how it worked out like that, isn’t it? Funny how one life can affect another, and then that life affects the one after it and on and on.
Good lord. Building stone patios, chopping wood, and walking everywhere was a workout video he needed to put on the market. ASAP.
I wanted to hurt her like she was hurting me each time I looked at her. I wanted to mark her, claim her, let everyone know that she belonged to me and only me.
There’s light in the darkness, man. I promise you. And you’re going to be a part of it. There’s no one better than you to be a part of it.
My God, she’s enchanting. My God, she’s mine.
And I fell in love. Deep, hard, utter and complete love.
You didn’t know if you could, but you made it another day, didn’t you?
Tenleigh, when I say it was my choice to do what I did, to sacrifice getting out of here so you could, I meant that I did it happily. I mean that. I suffered, yes, but I realized I would happily suffer for you, because that’s what loving someone is. Willing to do anything for them, willing to make any sacrifice, suffer so they don’t have to. I loved you then, and I still love you now.
Life was full of so many possibilities – why should you spend even one day of it being bored?
You weren’t just my first love, you were my once in a lifetime.
Anytime she was in the room, it was like the whole place was bathed in her warmth.” He tilted his head, looking thoughtful for a second. “Does that sound like an exaggeration? Maybe overly dramatic, poetic words from a boy who has loved her his whole life?
What was sexier on a man than great abs and a heart full of hidden torment? They should bottle it and sell it by the truckloads. Or perhaps write a book: “Abs and Hidden Torment: A Man’s Guide to Bagging Babes.” I would have laughed if I didn’t feel so much like crying.
Find me the person who doesn’t care a whit what anyone else thinks of them and I’ll show ya someone very lonely. The trick, I believe, is to know whose opinion matters and whose doesn’t.
I knew from experience that people didn’t change because they were begged to do so. People changed only when they made the choice to change on their own.
But of course, life never worked that way. You had to live every minute of the hard part in order to get to the good.
Society has set up a system that incentivizes the breeding of degenerates, criminals, and predators.
Was I wrong to feel like it was worth the pain later for some happiness now, no matter how temporary it may be?
For how is there bravery if there is no fear?