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If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. —Jane Austen, Emma
But sometimes people love you their best, and it’s still not enough.”
“I want to kiss you so badly, it’s obliterated every other thought in my brain. There’s nothing but wanting it. Wanting you.”
She glances my way and catches me staring at her. “You’re not watching the sunrise,” she says. “No.” A blush stains her cheeks as she smiles faintly, her expression perplexed. “You love sunrises.” “I love you more.”
Like so many vital moments with Axel, his love is loudest when he’s quiet.
If you can forgive me, I want to be brave with you, Rooney. I want to stretch and grow side by side. I want to wait for you, and trust you, and show you that we can do this. Together.
