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She brought light into my life. And for right now, even if it’s only for a brief moment, she brings a little bit of light into a darkness.
Sometimes when you’re grieving you don’t want to be told things will get better. You just want to feel the pain without people making false promises. With death nothing gets better. They’re still gone. Things just get more tolerable to deal with.
How are you supposed to encapsulate all the good and wonderful things someone did in their life in a few short paragraphs? It’s unfair, to reduce something as incredible as Linda’s life to a few short moments in time.
She’s always been my kryptonite, my favorite drug and sobriety was never an option.
I’ve dreamed of feeling his touch again for years. Now that his scent surrounds me, his body engulfs me, and his touch destroys me, I’m lost in him all over again.
I’d do anything to help heal his heart. Even if it means breaking mine again in the process.
“Good girl,” he praises.
“You’re dripping onto my face. Such a good girl.”
“No physical pain could compare to the hurt of not having this moment with you. Fuck me, Cade. Make love to me and let me give you this. Let me have this. Hurt me because I promise it’ll be the best pain of my life.”
She’s my everything. My ruining, and I want everything she’ll give me.
“Let me taste your fucking screams while I fill your pussy.”
“You know you’re supposed to actually have a big dick if you’re going to be this big of an asshole,”
I’ve had you under the moon before, let me claim you under the sun, in our field of marigolds.”
