Six hundred years is an awfully long time, Ever. So long it’s impossible for either of us to imagine. Though it is more than enough time to rack up a few dirty skeletons for the old metaphorical closet, right?
But I’ve strayed so far from normal now, I’ll never find my way back. And the truth is, I no longer want to.
One more sign of how perfect Damen is – he keeps a pair of trunks in his car.
Gone surfing. Be back soon. -D.
Damen’s The One. Always has been. Always will be.
Soundlessly whispering into the void, my lips moving quickly, silently, without ceasing. Calling his name, calling him to me. Even though there’s no use. Even though it’s futile. Even though it’s way past too late.
When you think about it in the big scheme of things our time together is like a dash of spice in a big cosmic soup – important for richness of flavor but still not quite the main ingredient. The past is over. It can’t and shouldn’t be reclaimed. All we ever have is now anyway.
Forgiveness is healing – everything is energy – thoughts create – we are all connected – what you resist persists – true love never dies – the soul’s immortality is the only true immortality –.
Life is not meant to be an open-book test.
Whenever I look at me, all I see are things I’d like to change.
No matter what happens, we’ll always be together, always find a way to locate each other. No matter which guise my soul decides to wear, I will always return to you. Just like I always have returned to you.
Nothing can rival the incredible rush the act of creation brings. Of crafting something you know is destined to be great for all time.
I look at him more than a little shocked by his words knowing how much he likes being right being in charge most people do.
Deep down inside, my heart knew the score. And I know that Haven was wrong. It’s not always a case of one loving more than the other. When two people are truly meant to be, they love equally. Differently – but still equal.
And just as I start to move past him, my hip accidentally rubs against his, and his face is so close, and his eyes so deep, that I can’t help but lift my fingers to his smooth, sculptured cheek. Then without even thinking, I close my eyes, lean in, and kiss him.
Prince Kanta was crazy!
The heart knows no logic, and rarely corresponds with the brain.
The love of every single one of my lives.
Home. That wonderful place I was lucky enough to revisit no matter how short a time finally realizing it’s not relegated to just one single place its wherever you make it.
The truth is revealed when you are ready to receive it when you need it in order to move forward to take the next step in your journey. to move on toward your destiny.
Because if you’re gonna make someone choose, then you shouldn’t be surprised when they don’t choose you.