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404 pages, ebook
First published February 29, 2016
“So tight,” he whispers, his chest pressed to my back as he nuzzles my neck. “Has anyone been here since me?”
“Broken crayons can still colour.”
“It’s amazing how powerful a smile can be, even a forced one. It’s all it takes to fool people into believing you’re not falling apart inside.”
“He makes me feel again and…and I like it. I like the flickers of hope in my chest when he smiles, the bubbles of excitement in my stomach when he laughs, even the guilt I feel when I piss him off. They’re emotions I haven’t felt in such a long time and I crave more of them, crave him, crave life.”
“This is the side of him no one else sees. He looks so fun. Carefree. Young. The positive energy radiating from him is addictive and I want more. Need more.”
“Maybe I don’t need to be alone. Maybe I should trust someone enough to share my problems with. Maybe…maybe that’s the key to being happy. Being better.”
“When your boat is drifting from the shore, it’s okay to use an anchor for support. We all need an anchor. Without people to love us, we’d just drift further and further away.”
"I'm too much.Too broken.Life is better alone.I like it that way".
This is our story. It's not supposed to end here.
"We'll take it one breath, one moment . . . one kiss at a time."
Broken crayons can still colour.
It's amazing how powerful a smile can be, even a forced one. It's all it takes to fool people into believing you're not falling apart inside.
"I don't know you. Not really. I think you're hiding, and I'm scared that if I find you, I won't be able to handle it."
"Let me love you."
"You don't know what that means, to love someone like me."
"Too late."
"I fell in love with you at your worst. I've had some of the best times of my life with you at, as you say, your worst. So I can't even imagine how special life will be when I get to experience your best."
“Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional.”
"I'm too much.Too broken.Life is better alone.I like it that way".
"The pain is there. It never leaves. Sometimes it's bearable, but it's always there. It's pecked away at my soul all my life and, finally, it's won.
I surrender."
"I'm not normal.
I'm fucked up.
Broken.
Irreparable."
“I fell in love with you at your worst. I’ve had some of the best times of my life with you at, as you say, your worst. So I can’t even imagine how special life will be when I get to experience your best.”
“Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”
- Stephen King.
"Broken crayons can still colour."
Maybe that’s why I write romance. I’m a dreamer at heart. If I can’t have it in real life, I’ll live it on paper instead.
“You’ve only ever known me during the worst part of my life, and I wish I could change that.”
“I don’t,” I say, my words oozing conviction. I lift my head, looking at him. “I fell in love with you at your worst. I’ve had some of the best times of my life with you at, as you say, your worst. So I can’t even imagine how special life will be when I get to experience your best.”
“I love you, Theodore,” I admit for the first time, my voice a breathy whisper.
“James, you don’t have to”-
“I mean it. I love that you’re here, that you’re trying to understand. I love your smile…” I run my finger across his lips. “Your laugh. I even love the little creases in your forehead when you’re pissed off with me. Just an hour ago I was suffocating, and now, with your skin on mine, I can breathe.”
“I felt closer to you here,” I explain. “But now you’re home, I’ll leave whenever you’re ready.”
“What if I don’t want to be ready?”
Huh?
“What if I don’t want you to leave?”
“You mean…ever?”
“Yes.”
Whoa. “Are you asking me to move in with you?”
“Yes.”
“But I make a mess.”
“Then you’ll clean it up,” he says, a sly wink pinching his eye.
Broken crayons can still colour.
People throw the term heartbreak around all the time, and until today I naively thought its definition was sadness. It's not just sadness, it's a debilitating ache in my chest. It's struggling to breathe - consciously focusing on each breath I take because it feels like if I don't my lungs will collapse. Heartbreak feels like your entire world is crumbling above your head, all you can do is sit back and wait for it to crush you.
"I'm not sure where we go from here."
"Forward," I whisper, running my fingers through his damp hair. "One breath," I kiss his lips again. "One kiss... at a time."