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The thing is, hope can be a savior, or it can be an executioner. There’s no way to know which way the cards will fall. Only time will tell, and time is just as unpredictable as hope.
“If you think for a second that I don’t have all the time in the world for you, then you’ve got me all wrong.”
She set me on fire, leaving me nothing but a pile of ashes come sunrise. And I guess that’s the trouble with fire. It only knows how to burn.
Butterflies burst to life with dizzied wings inside my belly.
He’d looked at me like he was staring at some prized piece of art hanging in a gallery. Awe-struck. There was a heated curiosity in his eyes, as if he’d been trying to uncover exactly what the artist had envisioned when they’d dipped their paintbrush into the colors and made careful strokes. He was smitten.
“It's not death itself I'm scared of—I’ve already faced it, head-on, day after day, expecting it to come. Accepting it,” I tell him. Finding his eyes, I hold for a beat before continuing. “It's the last day that scares me.”
I’d rather scoop my eyeballs out with a melon baller
The weight of painful, one-sided love. It will forever be the heaviest thing I carry.
