If anyone can overcome a fear for the ocean, you can, little lady. Courage is being scared to death and saddlin’ up anyway.
If I were a Jedi, I had definitely turned to the dark side of the Force.
A tear dropped from my cheek to his forehead. “Please don’t die,” I whispered.
The ghost of a smile appeared on her face. “Learn to love the moment you are in. Treasure your experiences, for precious moments too quickly pass you by, and if you are always rushing toward the future, or pining for the past, you will forget to enjoy and appreciate the present.
It dishonors the death of our loved ones to shut out happiness. We throw away what could have been and waste our opportunities. We each have a purpose, a destiny and to realize it we must reach beyond what we are capable of.
Making a mistake isn’t bad; what’s bad is refusing to learn from it so you don’t repeat it.
If I didn’t get the tiger part of him back soon, I’d lose myself to the man forever.
One heartbeat passed and then another, and the moment felt hot and frozen at the same time. Then he smiled, and it was sunshine and heat and unspoken promises wrapped in a single expression.
Like the trees, his roots went deep, and I daydreamed that if he wrapped me in his arms, he could safely tuck me away within his branches and hide me from the world. He was shaken by nothing. He feared noting.
Kuss des Tigers.
Apparently he took my advice. He shoved me face-first into a boulder. It broke my nose.
Reliance soon became trust. Trust led to admiration. And then, before I was even aware it happened, admiration transformed into a longing that was at once terrific and terrible, and I realized I was in love.
How do I get past my fears? Make a life for myself? Risk loving someone? When death is all that waits for you, what’s the point in trying to have a life?
We throw away what we could have been and waste our opportunities. We each have a purpose, a destiny, and to realize it, we must reach beyond what we think we are capable of.
Oregon welcomed me like a beloved child, enfolded me in her cool arms, shushed my turbulent thoughts, and promised peace through her whispering pines.
He kissed me fiercely, with an utter abandon that I could no more put a halt to than I could stop an avalanche.
I don’t mind being alone either. The only problem is that if you’re always alone, you get lonely.
Okay. So, apparently I find burly Indian men attractive. What’s wrong with that?
Bad things sometimes happen to good people; the key to happiness is try to make the best of, and be thankful for the hand we’re dealt.
A young man who doesn’t have the foresight to seek out the girl he wants to be with and actively pursue her, doesn’t deserve her.