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“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 distraction. I can’t stop looking at you. And I can’t stop navigating closer to you, even though I know you’re unreachable.”
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.”
“I’m human.” She messes with my hair. “And you’re my person. I instinctually want to know everything about you.”
“And when you’re inside me, I want to burrow my way under your skin, squeeze between your ribs, and hug that beating organ in your chest.” Her lips brush along my scruffy jaw. “I want to feel your pain. And I want to take it away.”
Grief isn’t an anchor to the past; it’s a thief of the future.
“Because I never want you to feel that kind of loss. And you can’t lose what you don’t have.”
“You fuck up my head, Jaymes. You fuck it up so badly.”
“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.”
As long as she’s on this earth, the distance between us will never be enough for me not to feel her, not to want her.
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.”
“Jaymes, if I were normal, I’d love you enough. The problem is, I’m not normal, so I’d love you too much.”
Does he know I’ve never felt so loved? Yet, he’s never said those words directly to me. He thinks he’s broken, but he’s not. He’s molded, sculpted, and perfectly created just for me. He’s mine.
“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.”
Fathers are guardians of hearts and protectors of innocence.
“Love makes us crazy.”
She’s the fire I will never control. If I let her burn, she can bring new life.
Jaymes isn’t the girl of my dreams. I never allowed myself that luxury. She’s the girl who has taught me how to dream.
“I will love you like a hero. Jump without looking back. I will fight for you. I will save us.”
“You’re him.” She kisses me. “You will always be him.”
I ground him. And he makes me soar.
