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To the fierce and formidable women who sink the kingdoms they aren’t allowed to rule.
“Have enough courage to trust love one more time and always one more time.”
the rain will always come, but it’s what you do in the midst of the storm that matters.”
“I love you, Mallory, and I’ve never had a choice in the matter. But, even if I did, I would never choose differently. Even if I lived a thousand lives, my soul would seek yours out. No matter what form I take, what name I'm called by, or what part of the universe I'm designated to, it'd still belong to you. I'd still belong to you. I’d find you in the depths of the ocean, in the darkest part of the night—”
“You buried me. With your secrets and your hope and your promises that you can never seem to keep and then you come back here after four years of silence and expect me to be thankful that you remembered how to find my grave?”
I’m going to fuck Christopher Johnson tonight.
I’ve drank the finest wines, eaten the most decadent desserts, and still, she’s at the top of my list. Her pleasure, the best thing I’ve ever had the honor of putting in my mouth, the soft column of flesh that makes up her neck, the greatest thing I’ve ever sunk my teeth into.
“Every time you walked away from one of them, you took a step closer to me, Mallory. And when you’re done running, when you finally come home, when you believe me when I say I’m sorry, and you trust that I’m not going anywhere without you ever again, you’ll agree that every man who’s touched you has only served as a reminder that you were made for me.”
Her orgasm is a sweet pulsing and messy gush of satisfaction that coats my fingers and fills the air, invading my nostrils and triggering the unreasonable desire to bottle the scent, to hoard it so no one else in the world gets to have it but me.
“No, princess, I won’t give up because even though I know I can live without you, I don’t fucking want to.”
the burden of carrying the hurt he caused you?”
“Not erase it,” Mama continues. “Not sweep it under the rug and tell you it never happened or that you overreacted. But carry it. Work every day to fix it. Pour enough love into you that you don’t even remember what it was like to hurt. That’s not the kind of man you run from, baby.”
“You keep wanting certainty, baby,” Mama continues. “But certainty is a desire of the brain, not the heart. The only certainty we get in this life is death and the grief that comes with it. Everything else is ours to make, to hold in our hands and shape with our palms. To nurture or let die.”
The sun will rise and set a thousand times, and I'll still be kneeling before you, apologizing for being another man who disappointed you, another man who broke your trust."
