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I swear to Bob Ross, my heart stopped.
“Sugar, I’m not your dad, but I can sure as hell be your daddy.”
“I see the ocean and think of how strong you are. And the way you look at that sunrise? The brilliant colors, the power of the waves, the steadfastness of the sun—that’s the way I look at you. No matter how hard the days are, the sun keeps rising. It never stops. Never gives up. That’s exactly who you are.”
“Just because your pain is different than mine doesn’t make it any less valid. Life hurts. Things are never black and white. It’s not even shades of gray.”
She raised an eyebrow. “You’re gonna make me look on the bright side, aren’t you?” I laughed. “Yes, ma’am. Bear with me. It’s fucking sunny over here.”
“Austin, I don’t think we should be here,” I hissed as we hopped up onto the sidewalk. “This is like the place Flynn Ryder takes Rapunzel to scare her from being out in the world.”
“Let yourself be wanted; not just needed. Fulfilling needs is easy for you. Letting yourself be wanted isn’t. You’re the guy whose arms people leap from after you rescue them. You watch them run to someone else time and time again and it kills you. You’re bleeding out inside while pretending to be strong enough to survive it.”
“Most of all,” he said, catching his breath. “My favorite thing about you is that you’re mine.”
He used my name instead of calling me Sweets or Sugar. How fucking dare he.
“Don’t tiptoe through life. Make it messy. Make it loud. Take up space. Try something new.”
“Thank you,” I whispered. “When are you gonna stop saying that?” he mumbled. I wiped my eyes. “Never.” “Don’t you dare make me fucking cry.” I sniffed. “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you.”
