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My mom used to say that humans are good. Our natural inclination is to do the right thing. Show kindness. Express love. Be pure in thought.
“You’re generous. Distractingly mesmerizing. Quirky in a brilliant way. And ineffably beautiful.”
“You kissed me, Fitz. Twice. Why did you kiss me?” “Because not kissing you became too exhausting.”
A woman’s heart is woven from equal parts strength and vulnerability. Its love knows no boundaries. But it demands accountability. I’ll never ask Fitz why he broke my heart. I’ll simply insist upon him acknowledging that he did it.
“Jaymes, you’re my favorite kind of wrong. And I want to watch you come again.”
Grief isn’t an anchor to the past; it’s a thief of the future.
not all mistakes are bad. Sometimes, a mistake is taking a wrong turn, an unplanned detour.
“Because I never want you to feel that kind of loss. And you can’t lose what you don’t have.”
Dreams deserve recognition when they come true.
Nevertheless, like all dreams, it is a mere moment in time. A moment that will come and go like the tide. Crashing at the surface one minute and getting lost at sea the next.
“People who say they’re ‘built differently’ are usually not built differently. They’re afraid to feel. And they don’t want to admit it. They don’t want anyone thinking something’s wrong with them. But not wanting to feel certain emotions only makes you human. It’s basically the definition of self-preservation.”
“I will have a life, and it will be phenomenal. I will find him, and he will be mine. And to do that, I have to let you go.” My gaze climbs up his chest to his face—his oh-so-heartbreaking face. “But I’m okay with you never letting me go. I hope you think back to this moment when your life feels lonely. And if you only remember one thing, let it be this. On a random Wednesday, the world’s most fascinating woman stopped by your work and offered you sex. But you turned her down.”
Are you even alive if you don’t let your heart pursue its purpose in life?”
A woman’s heart isn’t merely complicated; it’s the reason humanity still exists. We are the nurturers, the peacemakers. We know when silence is more profound than any spoken word. And we know that pain is not love’s enemy; it’s the existential foundation that keeps humanity rooted in this world. It’s the sole motivation to do better, get better, and be better.
“Yet here I am. Fumbling my words and wallowing around outside my comfort zone because I made you my person, and you don’t fit in my life, but my life no longer fits me without you.”
“Love is passion.”
Explore my artistic side. She’s been a nurse for nearly forty years. She said nurturing your creativity is the key to longevity in this field. It’s a way to relieve stress while feeling a sense of accomplishment.
“I think the only person you should worry about disappointing is yourself.”
“Jaymes, if I were normal, I’d love you enough. The problem is, I’m not normal, so I’d love you too much.”
“Don’t love me like a martyr,” she whispers thickly, strangled with emotion. “Love me like a hero. Jump without looking back.” Her eyes pinch shut, releasing more tears while she inhales shakily. “Fight for me. Save us.”
“I will love you like a hero. Jump without looking back. I will fight for you. I will save us.”
Our love is magic.
