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“God, you know nothing. I can’t just take any book. I have to have options.”
like her a lot. I like her so goddamn much, I don’t just physically want her, I need her. Everything she has, I want.
“Having me around too much could possibly be your downfall.” “Or the best thing to ever happen to me.”
“I think about you a lot. So much that you’ve permanently cemented yourself in my dreams and my thoughts. I think about you so much, it’s probably become unhealthy because I obsess over having your attention on me. “
just want to be yours, like I want you to be mine.” Desperation pours from my mouth. “It doesn’t matter how many miles and people are between us. It’s only you and me.” I unhook my finger, interlocking my fingers between her slender ones. “Give me a chance and let me prove it to you. Please, Lola, please.”
“A chaotic sunset is what I painted. They make me think of you.”
I don’t know if it’s normal, but I always miss her. I genuinely hate whenever we’re not together and hate every time I have to say goodbye.
Even though we’ve only been together for a month, I know Lola is and will always be it for me.
“I empower you?” “You do.” A disbelieving chuckle tumbles from her mouth. “How? I’ve done nothing to do that.” “Your resilience. The way you just push through life despite everything that’s happened. You genuinely amaze me and give me so much purpose. I can’t remember the last time anything ever made me feel the way you do.”
“Don’t do that.” I move them to the side and lower myself to her stomach. “This”—I softly brush my lips across her stretch marks—“shows how strong you are.” I kiss one end of her stomach. “How amazing you are.” I kiss the middle of her stomach. “How beautiful you are.” I kiss the other end of her stomach and then sit up, hovering over her. “I love everything about you. Stretch marks and all.” I smile down at her, pulling her in for a soft kiss.
“Louise, I love you. This”—I grab her hand, placing it on my chest right where my heart beats wildly for her—“this is yours, it’s all yours, and will always be yours. I want you to know that you own every part of me, and no one, absolutely no one will ever have this because it’s all for you, my love, my happy, my everything, only for you.”
“Whenever you look in the mirror, I want you to look at this and remind yourself who owns you,” he gravely murmurs against the spot. “Remind yourself that you’re fucking mine.”
Life may not have turned out the way I wanted, but in the end, it turned out to be everything I needed.
