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When it’s time, I’ll meet you in a field of marigolds. Just like the one you were named after.”
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.
I’ve never been more sure I’m in love with him. This isn’t just a crush. It’s the soul crushing kind of feeling, one I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to recover from.
I want things to go back to the way they were, but without me still being hopelessly in love with him. I want my best friend back without the ache in my chest of wanting him as much as I want my next breath.
She’s always been my kryptonite, my favorite drug and sobriety was never an option. But the problem is—I’d rather deal with the addiction to her than the suffocating realization that my mom is gone forever.
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.
I feel like so many of our encounters, some of my favorite moments with him, all take place in the dark. It’s like the moon is the only thing to know anything about us. It’s a sad thought. Maybe I want him to acknowledge me in the sun, too.
“I’m tired of pretending that my day doesn’t begin and end with thoughts of you,”
“If I’m being honest, Goldie, I’ve always loved the beautiful words you write, but I might like how your body speaks to me even more.”
“The thought of another man touching you, tasting you, is enough to drive me fucking mad.”
Maybe I’ve been wanting to get out of this town for so long that I haven’t appreciated it for what it is. It’s home. And maybe sometimes home has the best view of them all.
Every fantasy of mine has always been filled with him and only him.
“You’ve always had me. You just weren’t paying attention.”
It’s hard to get over the death of someone when everyone around you reminds you of the pain you’re feeling with the pity in their eyes.
“Some days I’m fucking terrified because it feels like you’re the only thing that really matters.”
“Because I know how much it fucking hurts my soul to see another man look at you the way I look at you. To see him touch you the way I want to touch you. And I know that after every fucking thing between us, even after you leaving me, that you feel the same.”
You can’t fall in love with someone if your heart still belongs to someone else.”
“It’s the best thing in the fucking world to know how fucking ready you are for me. I love the idea of your pussy already dripping with need for me, and I haven’t even tasted or touched you yet.”
“Come for me, baby. You can scream if you want to. There’s only me and the stars here to hear you.”
“You were my entire fucking world that summer. I wanted to spend every goddamn minute I could with you. How can you not trust me when I say I was madly in love with you?”
“I fell for you so hard and fast, it was almost like that love had always been there. I loved you, Goldie. I loved you so fucking much that it killed me to watch you leave.”
It’s the most euphoric form of torture, being on the brink of an orgasm but not quite reaching it.
It’ll break my heart to have her anything less than forever.
“For my entire life, my heart has only beat for one person. That’s you, Cade Jennings. Even without knowing if you’d ever be mine, I knew I was yours.”
“I’m scared of hurting you.” “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.” Her
“You’re so perfect that you’ve ruined me for anyone else, Goldie.”
“That’s why I didn’t want to tell you. I didn’t want you to risk your dreams for me.” “Don’t you know you’ve always been my biggest dream?”
You don’t stop loving someone even after they break your heart. You can’t stop loving them, no matter what damage was done.
I hate knowing the best thing I can do for the woman I’m hopelessly in love with is to let her go.
They don’t know that I’m breaking inside or how much it hurts me to know I can’t be the best for someone who is everything to me.
It’s the most stunningly beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. She’s the most breathtakingly beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. She’s my Goldie. My sunshine. The light of my life.
