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Hate and love both hold hands with passion. They both make people do equally crazy things and the line between them disappears while you think you’re staring right at it.”
“A soulmate doesn’t just happen by chance,” she said. “It’s not somebody you just stumble across. Soulmates are made. I think you decide that you want somebody. You have to keep choosing that somebody every second of every day. You have to decide that they’re worth all the shitty days, that you’d miss the sound of their snoring more than you’d ever want the quiet nights back, that their broken pieces can fit together with your own so you both have a little better chance at being whole.”
“You’re fucking gorgeous when you just shut up and do as you’re told. Shame you don’t know how to behave any other fucking minute of the day,”
“I know everything about you, Triss. You’re a whole fucking tragedy wrapped up in this tiny, annoyingly perfect bundle of mayhem,” he hissed at me. “And I’ve never wanted anything quite like I want to find out if I can fuck the crazy out of you.”
“Sometimes you don’t know what you really want until what you want is gone,” Memphis said. “Will you ever forget this moment, Jersey? Will you look at this moment years from now and think about how you should’ve turned around?”
Mine? Was she? Had we decided that? Well, one of us had.
Busting out the damaged and ruined pieces would be like taking a sledgehammer to a brick wall, but I’d take that same sledgehammer to myself so that she could rebuild herself with the broken shards of me that were stronger.
“We’ve been through this before, baby. If it’s not Jersey or please, I don’t want to hear it.”
“She’s a smut reader,” Trista laughed from further in the room. She was scanning shelves of books where every cover seemed to consist of a mostly naked man.
