We will do this while we can, and when we can’t anymore, I will remember the feel of your mouth on me and the taste of your tongue and the weight of your hands on mine, and I will be happy.” I whisper against her skin, “If you choose me.
And I would never give up. I’ve done terrible things I regret and terrible things I don’t. But I don’t need to be fixed. I don’t need to be saved. I just have to keep going.
She can’t help what she does to you. She is your weakness, as you are hers.
Mara is the one I never knew I was waiting for, and as long as she’ll have me, I will never let her go.
This is a love story. Twisted and messy. Flawed and screwed up. But it’s ours. It’s us. I don’t know how our story will end. but I know it will start.
You think it can’t get worse than wanting someone and not having them, but it can. You can want someone, have them, and want them more. Still. Always. You can never get enough.
How could everyone be so wrong about us? It is impossible that she could make me weak. Next to her, I feel invincible.
We get one life, Mara. You might live forever and I might die tomorrow, but right now we’re both here. And I want to spend the time I have with you.
It isn’t your fault. It’s nothing you did. You cannot change who you are, any more than you can change black eyes to blue. You can only accept it. If you fight yourself, you will lose, and fighting leaves scars. But you will survive them. I have survived many. You will do good things you will regret, and bad things you won’t, but you must keep going.
But maybe someone like us will read it and they’ll know they’re not alone.
She’s a rock I want to break myself against.
My chest, Stella’s hip, Jamie’s left ass cheek.
The scars you can’t see are the ones that hurt the most.
I’m chasing oblivion I will never find.
The colors shone, burned through. Sienna and crimson and gold, and I swallowed my name from his mouth and he kissed his from my lips, and I was incandescent as I tripped into- bliss.
That’s what separated us from the multitudes of Them. We lived harder. Knew better. But we laughed anyway. Laughed because there was nothing else to do but give up.
You scare the filling out of her doughnut.
Truer words were never spoken.
You are like fire; you will burn wherever you go. If contained, channeled, you can bring light, but you will also always cast a shadow.
What had happened would always be part of us, but we’d survived it. We were still here. The curtain would fall ons us eventually, but I would fight to keep it up as long as I could. For now it was just us, together, and there was nothing in our way.