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Cathy Stanwood.
I’m sure of a few things in life…that no matter what you do, death will always catch up to you. You’ve got to work hard to pay for life, party harder to enjoy life, and love hardest to live life, and now, you.”
No one has all the answers to solve the big puzzle that life is, and it is even less likely that another person can offer them to you.
Dimples, kids don’t fuck like I do.”
A: Go fuck your husband, Dimples. I’m busy.
Ashes. His kiss turns me into ashes.
I grab my phone and make the biggest mistake of my life. My hands are shaking, and I feel sick to my stomach because of nerves, but I do it anyway. I text him. C: I miss you.
“You see, she’s this pretty little thing. Fucking beautiful, really. And she has dimples, the prettiest fucking dimples you’ve ever seen. But she’s married, loves her man, and that doesn’t work for me because I want her. Really fucking bad.”
My feet are stuck to my spot on the dirty and wet floor, watching him about to crash and burn, bringing me down with him.
I loved the attention he paid to me and the way he made me feel. Alive. Happy. He made me forget. Ignorance is bliss, right? Well, knowledge is misery. And the truth hurts.
“Go ahead. Touch my cock. I know you want to. I can see it in your eyes.”
“Cathy, meeting you was chance, falling in love with you was destiny, and loving you is my reason to exist. I could tell you all the different ways I love you, but words are cheap. Instead, if you accept to be mine, if you let me be yours, I’ll show you for the rest of our lives how much you mean to me. Babe, I want to grow old with you. I want you to be the mother of our children, and I want you to be the last person I see before I take my last breath on this earth. I love you. Will you marry me and let my love for you make me the best man that I can be?”
try to put yourself in my shoes. Wishing, hoping, and praying for that one thing that you want and need the most to be finally yours just to have destiny, or life, or karma, or whatever the hell you want to call it, snatch it out of your hands over and over again. I can’t go through it again. I just can’t.” His eyes pierce me. “I know exactly how that feels. More than you know.”
“Life without love, without chasing your dreams, is nothing. It means nothing. It’s a sad fucking empty shell, Catherine. It’s so easy to drown in darkness, to let it smother you, swallow you whole, to be blinded by it. But you gotta fight.
“Own me, fill me, break me, repair me, complete me. Do whatever you want to me. Just stay with me. I need you. I need to be able to live. I need my life back, I need you back.”
I wish I could make myself believe that I had no idea what I was doing, or what I was getting myself into, but I did.
I truly hate this bitch!!!!
do. I love Ben. So much. But he doesn’t make my heart flutter. He doesn’t fill me with butterflies. Being with Ben doesn’t give me that high anymore…No.
I hate this bitch!!!! And I hope Arsen leaves her hot and dry!!! 😡
I’m sore between my legs because of Ben’s rough yet divine handling, one truth becomes apparent. I feel like I’ve just cheated on Arsen with my own husband.
I feel like I’ve just cheated on Arsen with my own husband.
“I can’t share you. Seeing you with him is fucking breaking me. It’s breaking me.”
long, she can still manage to rob me of breath. I bend down and kiss her lips, lips that look red and swollen, and this time I know that I’m the reason behind it and not him.
I want to believe every single lie of hers so I can gladly continue living in denial. I love her that fucking much.
Love is never supposed to hurt. Love is supposed to heal, to be your haven from misery, to make living fucking worthwhile. But as I stare at my wife, I know it’s all fucking bullshit. 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.
“When you were broken, I loved you for the two of us, Cathy. For the two of us and I didn’t fucking care…I didn’t. I thought my love would be enough, I loved you that much. If you had asked me to cut my own arm off for you, I would have. I would have given you my whole fucking body, Cathy. Only for you. I should’ve never had to share you, Cathy. Never.
Arsen may own your heart, your body, but you’ll always be empty because I own your fucking soul.
Falling in love with someone is easy. It’s loving when the newness has worn off, when life gets tough, when things get in the way, when physical passion is gone, that true love remains. When love can conquer it all.”
Arsen became the air I needed to breathe, but Ben was my lungs. What good would air be if I didn’t have lungs to begin with?”
it’s through eye contact that souls catch on fire.
“Miracles are the consequences of daring to believe. And I dare you to believe in us again, Ben. I dare you to.”
