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462 pages, ebook
First published April 2, 2015
I whisper, “I can hear our hearts breaking.”
A tear wets my fingertips, his tears, and his other haind encases my face the way mine does him. His lips nearly skim mine. “I’ll shield your ears from the sound of heartbreak.”
“I’m always whomever or whatever people need me to be,” I say strongly, “but you were the only one who needed me to be me.”
She nods with tears brimming her eyes. “I can hear your heart beating.”
My lips pull higher, and I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “It beats in equal time with yours.” I kiss the hollow of her neck and whisper, “Toujours.”
Always.
“Broken souls are mended every day by mended souls that were once broken.”
“I’m attracted to people. To the words they speak, to the actions they take, to their full-bodied mannerisms and soulful gaits. I am attracted to people. To impassioned hearts that beat out of sync, the ones that skip a measure, heard in hushed places and violent spaces—I am attracted to people.”
I purposefully spent two hours with a girl who wore passion like a dress made of diamonds and hair made of flames. Every day of my life, I am enamored. Every day of my life, I am bewitched. And every day of my life, I spend it with her.
"When I was seventeen you said you wanted to perform an autopsy on me, to crack open my ribcage and squeeze my heart until it burst between your fingers. What is that—if not flirting?"
She lifts her head off a pillow to near me, “That was me hating you, Richard. I dreamed of your death.”
“You dreamed of clutching my heart,” I rebut. “Of killing you,” she emphasizes. I lean closer to her, our eyes locking.
“Vous m’aimiez.” You loved me."
“You make me forget the worst parts of life.” She actually smiles, “And what’s the term for that?”
I think for a moment. A person who shrouds the painful moments, who conspires to make joyful ones. Who eliminates all the mundane shades in favor of ardent colors and keeps you burning alive. Is there a word for this rare person in someone’s life? I think there is.
“Soul mate,"
"I can hear our hearts breaking."
A tear wets my fingertips, his tears, and his other hand encases my face, the way mine does him. His lips nearly skim mine. "I’ll shield your ears from the sound of heartbreak."
"There are rare people who will fuel the fire inside of you, who will awaken a dormant passion, who will push you and better you. She alone is my rarity."
"I’ve never shied away from who I am, even when people asked me to be softer, quieter or warmer. I’ve proudly remained me."
“You’re always, and will always, be my equal.”
I never realized how bored I had been with life. How mundane was my surrounding looked. How unchallenged I’d become.
I never realized all of these things.
Until I met her.
“Then what are they?” Her eyes flicker to Connor and me, catching us watching them.
Lo purposefully raises his voice so we can hear. “An immortal god who married an immortal demon.”
She fuels the fire in my soul, the embers slowly dying, and she tries feverishly to awaken me.
“Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing.” - The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde
Connor Cobalt is as classy as he is conceited. Both attract me. Both annoy me. I’m a paradox. And maybe that’s why he loves me.
We dated. We married. We had a baby. Together, we’re a face of nature to be reckoned with. That’s not my hubris speaking. It’s just the truth.
Love. It meant nothing to him. Now it’s guiding his choices.
I need you to keep looking at me like you’re going to burn a hole through my heart, and I need you to tell me that you love the real me. Every day, I need you Rose.
I purposefully spent two hours with a girl who wore passion like a dress made of diamonds and hair made of flames. Every day of my life, I am enamored. Every day of my life, I am bewitched. And every day of my life, I spend it with her.
So long as I may be living, I live with you
I’m always whomever or what ever people need me to be… but you were the only one who needed me to be me
“I'm tragically in love with you, and I wouldn't want it any other way.”
"She fuels the fire in my soul, the embers slowly dying, and she tries feverishly to awaken me.”
“There are rare people who will fuel the fire inside of you, who will awaken a dormant passion, who will challenge you, who will push you and better you. She alone is my rarity.”
"There are rare people who will fuel the fire inside you, who will awaken a dormant passion, who will challenge you, who will push you, and better you. She alone is a my rarity.