I eat, I think of you. I drink, I drink to you. I cry, so you don’t have to. I’d die, for you to live. And I’d survive with a broken heart only if it meant mending yours.
All our lives we’re told that ugly, deformed, is bad – but it’s a lie. Sometimes the most terrifying things you will ever encounter are also the most beautiful.
I choose you, I just need you to choose me back.
Healing was more than just being cured of cancer or finding the one who actually saw you for you. It was more than getting over your past, embracing your future. Healing’s waking up every day when you’d rather stay in bed; healing’s when you smile instead of cry; healing’s when you can hold your head high, despite what demons try to pull it down. And life was full of it, full of opportunities to cut and run, rather than stay put and face the storm. They never.
Death answers before it is asked. – Russian Proverb.
I was once told that when the brain conjures up memories, physically and mentally it’s like reliving what happened.
I took a deep breath and counted to seven so I wouldn’t rip his head off. Seven was a safe number, three wasn’t long enough, and ten just made people think you were senile and having a mild stroke.
I want to be your first and your last. I want to be your everything. But I’m willing to wait until you’re ready for this. For this feeling. I want you to memorize it. Memorize life, Alyssa. Because that’s what I want for us. I want for us to.
Maybe Nixon knew that my one personality flaw was that I loved too much. Loved too hard. I didn’t know how to go in halfway. So when I saw something I wanted, I dove head first with my heart and left my brain behind.
Can I think about it?” “Sure.” I nodded. “You have two minutes. Also, did you miss the part where I said sunset? True love?
Nobody puts baby in a corner. Nobody.
Just don’t give him your everything – not until you know the return will be the same.
We do not care what we have, but we cry when it is lost. –Russian Proverb.
I’m going to fight for her. I’m going to fight every damn day I have breath in my body, and if I die trying than at least I died loving someone with every part of my soul.
Trace,” I licked my lips and sighed, “To me. You’re everything. I’d protect you until my dying day because I can’t imagine living in a world where your smile didn’t exist.
You do not catch villains by chasing them.” Andrei tapped his temple with his fingertip. “You catch them by standing still. By waiting.
It’s a pipe dream, one I will never follow, but that’s the thing about dreams. Even if we don’t accomplish them, they still exist, floating around in our psyche reminding us that there are things we need to do before we leave this earth, and making us feel resentful that we’ll probably never be able to do them.
I’d always been told that if you feed something it grows.
Hell, I was her demon. And now I was wiping her tears and holding her close. I was no saint. I was the darkness that chased her. I was what haunted her dreams, I was her nightmare, and yet she held me like I was the knight that had ridden in on my white horse – she was right about one thing – the horse was white, but the knight was no servant to the king – he was fallen, and she’d singlehandedly resurrected him, not realizing something was very wrong.
Forgive me – ” I whispered into the cool night air “ – for showing you the knight, when the whole time, I was the wolf. Forgive me, God. Forgive me. Amen.
When you’re the one who causes the pain, you do everything in your power to make it better.