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I never wanted to see
him in a suit again,
“I love you,” he mouthed.
Isaac declared his love to me at my best friend’s funeral. I didn’t know if it made me love him more or hate him forever because it squeezed more blood from my heart.
“She was m-mine,”
“So it’s okay that I don’t remember the day we met,” I stared at the casket, “because I don’t want to imagine a time without her.”
“I’ll carry you w-with me. We’ll l-live one life t-together. And I can’t wait to t-tell you all about it.”
Isaac wrapped me in his whole body while we sat in the middle of the sunflower field, dressed in black, with a lot of explaining to do.
“Why would you do that for me?” “You know why.” Because you love me.
“I can’t lose you,” I whispered. His expression softened, and he brushed his knuckles along my cheek. “That’s my line.”
We were either the bad kind of right or the good kind of wrong. It was hard to distinguish the two. We had a reckless love and perfectly awful timing. We were impossible to describe, and that’s why every time I tried to put us into words, it made no sense. He released me and again took my hand, taking a step in front of me. “Isaac?” “Yeah?” He glanced over his shoulder. “I love you too.” A slow smile slid up his face. “Then I’m a lucky son of a bitch.”
You stood in front of everyone and told them about Heather offering to carry you and how you will carry her. Then Isaac literally stood up, ignoring what anyone thought, and he did that.”
“That means I can hate her, and you don't get to tell me how I’m supposed to feel. I’m going to hate her.”
The idea of living my life for anyone but myself no longer felt sustainable.
fall in love with Isaac. I found myself in love with him.
“You’re my beautiful Sunday Morning,”
“You’re my every morning.” He teased my earlobe. “And I thank God for you.”
“You don’t get to talk to her that way. I won’t allow it. Not today. Not ever. I love you, but I love her more. You and everyone else are done sucking the life out of her. You’re done taking. Your privileges have been revoked. So go back to the house. Be the coddled child you’ve always been because you don’t deserve someone you don’t really see. Are we clear?”
“I’m not going anywhere,” she said, wistfully walking away and glancing over her shoulder with a sly grin. “But you are.” She winked. “You’re going far. Carry me with you. Sing me all of your songs. Be with the man of our dreams. Just don’t be afraid.”
Take your time. Be vulnerable. Feel everything. Then find courage in the face of fear. I love you, Sunday Morning. —Satan
“I don’t hate you. I actually love you. But I just don’t want to see you again.”
“Heartbreak is unavoidable if you let yourself fall in love.”
“You belong with me. Got it?” “Say it again,” I whispered with a grin. “You belong,” he ducked his head, lips brushing mine, “with me.” He kissed me.
“I’m going to do nothing but rope and bury myself inside of you for the rest of my life.” He sucked my nipple into his mouth.
“You’re doing what you love.” “Singing?” “I was going to say me, but that works too.”
She’s an extraordinary talent with great tits.”
“You mean like Matt?” Gabby wiped a drop of soup from her chin. “I’d marry him.”
