Kindle Notes & Highlights
Every new encounter, he would take another piece of the shell that I had firmly placed around it.
Kissing you is the first thing that I think about when I wake up, the last thing that I think about before I go to sleep, and the only thing that I ever dream about.
I was young but I recognised one thing very early; that that wasn’t love. Not real love because real love doesn’t hurt.
“Whatever you’re running from, it will catch up with you, eventually.
relationships are for people who stick around.
this reality was not my own.
She cried tears that should have been for me, gave away love that should have been given to me and offered away a choice that should have been mine.
I felt like I had stepped out of my body, watching her like she was a separate entity....
“Never apologize for crying,
People only cry when they need to,”
“Who taught you to paint like this?” I asked in awe as I turned to face him again. “No one, it’s just what I do when...” he trailed off. “When?” I prompted; eager to know the answer. “When words aren’t enough, I paint,” he said as his eyes met mine.
“Because since I met you, I have been trying to find a word that truly describes you and...” “And?” I whispered. “And...Words are not enough,”
My mom was right, he never hit me but sometimes it’s the scars that you can’t see that are the worst.
"Don't worry, nobody becomes great without failing a few times, try again,"
no matter how bad life is, no matter how messed up everything is, it could always be worse.
“Sweetheart, there are no rules when it comes to love. When it picks you, it picks you. It doesn’t discriminate, and it doesn’t care if you’re ready or not,” Megan
“True, when you fall, you fall. Just make sure that you’re wearing a parachute and there’s a chance that you might just survive the fall,”
Make mistakes, fall down but please be damn sure to get back up again.
Never doubt yourself, Rai. You're capable of much more than you realise."
The truth was that even though I saw him most days, I missed him. I missed the real him. I missed seeing his smile as his golden brown eyes sparkled with joy. I missed hearing him laugh or say something that I had never heard anyone else say. I missed him telling me to ‘live in the moment’. I missed the electric feeling that shot through my veins every time that his hand slipped into mine. I missed the fact that he was the only person that could touch me and make it feel so incredibly good. Most of all, I missed him calling me ‘Rai’.
“Not as nice as your brother,” Caroline added
“Then let me be the boy who paints you back to life, Rai,” he said as he took a step closer to me.
"Kissing you is the first thing that I think about when I wake up, the last thing that I think about before I go to sleep, and the only thing that I ever dream about. And the moment that I allow myself to kiss you," he said before gently, wetting his lips with his tongue, "I'm never letting you go. When I'm sure that you're ready to accept that, then, and only then, will I kiss you, the way that I've wanted to kiss you, since the day that you walked into my life."
“So, I’m a painting now?” I giggled. “I don’t know but if you were, you’d be the best damn painting in the world,”
“Ok, oh, and by the way, I’m a lot smarter than you think,” she chuckled as I raised my brows in confusion. “Have a nice day, Leighton,” she giggled, causing my cheeks to heat up.
"I think that I'm slowly becoming addicted to you," he whispered, causing me to smile. "Good because there's no cure," I laughed quietly, my lips still touching his.
a woman that openly insults you or your things is a woman worth keeping,"
You can't help who you love, Leighton, the heart doesn't let you pick but you can choose to be different, we don't have to be anything like them. I'm learning that every day,"
Everything changed in that moment. For the first time...I understood real emotions. I understood what it meant to love unconditionally. I understood what it meant to really, truly feel. I didn't feel dirty or cheap or helpless. I felt in control, empowered and most of all...I felt loved.
You can take me but I'll never leave him, not truly.
And then you stood by and let more men touch her, and violate her until she had nothing left. Until she didn't even know who the hell she was anymore.
