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Falling in love with the wrong person is easy. Falling in love with the right person is easier. But falling in love with your soul mate is easiest. It’s meant to be.
It better mean some freaking sex, like, hello! Penis, meet my vagina.
Love can destroy you. Love can erase you. Love can heal you. Love can reinvent you, And, if you are lucky enough, Love can make you whole again.
“Eventually, I got over it. I learned to forget, I guess, but I never forgave Ashley.
There’s nothing more delicious than waking up in the arms of your husband after a good night’s sleep. The luscious comfort of his skin against yours rubbing intimately together, feeling your flesh awaken by his possessive touch while your own gentle one drives him to perdition. Your body and his body fitting together like two pieces in a carnal puzzle.
But eventually you have to deal with your demons because you’re never truly free until you’ve faced them. And I have.”
You cannot expect to play with fire and not get burned.
Jealousy is such a potent threatening emotion. It doesn’t just eat you alive—it eats you from within. It’s venom that spreads in your bloodstream, polluting you, killing you. It corrodes you until there’s nothing left.
Love is never supposed to hurt. Love is supposed to heal, to be your haven from misery, to make living fucking worthwhile.
Love has the power to destroy you.
Love has the power to bury you alive in a coffin full of pain and despair, robbing you of air, of the will to live.
