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I loved the sensory overload that came with helming a restaurant. The fast-paced culture of it. It drowned out my fucked-up thoughts and forced me to focus on the here and now. And there were a lot of fucked-up thoughts, courtesy of my messy childhood.
Please remember you are stronger than whatever wall is standing in your way. All you need is the right momentum
As soon as he saw me, his frown melted into something else entirely. I loved that he looked at me in a way he never looked at anyone else. Like I wasn’t just a person but an experience.
If there is one thing I can guarantee to you—your dreams don’t wait around for you to get to them. That’s why it’s called chasing a dream. We keep running out of time. Don’t postpone for tomorrow
“Whether it’s to have sex, go to a funeral, or start a heist, I’d always choose you over anyone else.” “Why?” I probed. “Because you’re it.” He flashed me a sexy grin.
“I’m not in love with her,” I murmured into my drink. Rhyland stopped with his hand on the doorknob, cocking a brow. “Cut the bullshit. What are you, five?” Another, sterner knock. “Just remember she has ten tons of baggage. Her anxiety issues always stand in her way, and I doubt she can form any sort of serious relationship with anyone, even you.” “What the hell does that mean, even me?” “Even someone who’d accept her exactly as she is—flawed to the core—and won’t ask her to change.” Damn straight. Her flaws were some of her best features.
“Plans change.” “People don’t, though.” “I don’t know about that. I think the good ones do. It’s called growth.”
I have the tendency to reject happiness whenever it finds me. A self-defense mechanism, I suppose. I don’t trust myself with a good thing, Row. And you? You are the best thing out there.”
“Am I your girl?” “No.” He shook his head. “You’re my everything.” Everything. The word was so final. Panic skated through me. Not because I didn’t feel the same way, but because I did. I wanted to be with him too, consequences be damned. But if Franco had managed to break me so thoroughly with something that was puppy love at the time…what kind of wreckage would Row leave in his wake?
