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“You were my tempest, my thunder cloud, my tree in the downpour. I loved all of those things, and I loved you. But now? You’re a fucking drought. I thought that all the assholes drove German cars, but it turns out that pricks in Mustangs can still leave scars.”
“You were never clingy or a nuisance, Tate. The day you moved in next door I thought you were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I fucking loved you.”
“I want to touch you.” His words were against my lips now. “I want to feel what’s mine. What’s always been mine.”
“Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us begin.” -Mother Theresa
