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My favorite books, love songs, movies, the ones that resonated with me, have kept me grieving long after I turned the last page, the notes faded out, or the credits rolled.
You can’t re-live your own love story because, by the time you’ve realized you’re living it, it’s over.
And all were punished.
I’m done pretending I didn’t leave the largest part of me between these hills and valleys,
The only love I’ve ever known or craved is the kind that keeps me sick, sick with longing, sick with lust, sick with need, sick with grief. The distorted kind that leaves scars and jaded hearts.
Let the ghost hunt begin.
black titanium Zippo,
“Good, because we don’t want to let the wolf get a whiff.”
Tobias?
“Crazy where a day can take you, huh?”
“It’s the only measure of time that matters. Time itself is just an invisible line, a measure people made up, right? You know that. And while it’s good for reference, it’s also a major stress trigger, because you’re letting it control you.” I can’t even deny it. The idea of dinner with Roman is ruining my time with Sean. “Okay, sorry.” “Don’t be sorry. Just don’t give it power. Now is now, later will eventually be now. Don’t be a slave to the insanity of keeping time and keeping up. Now is the only thing you have control over, and even so, it’s an illusion.”
The Black Crowes begin to bellow “She Talks to Angels” as I’m granted my freedom, and I take it, anxious for the high.
“I’m a psychiatrist’s wet dream.”
“Eyes on me, Pup,”
I expect passion and butterflies, and one or two fairy tale moments. When we fight, I want it to hurt. When we fuck, I want to feel it with every fiber of my being. When a man confesses his love to me, I expect him to mean it. I don’t want to question the words’ authenticity. I want to be claimed and owned and ruled and possessed by love.
My greatest hope is to be in all-consuming love. My biggest fear is to be in all-consuming love.
“I prefer motherfucker.
tractor tire-sized raft docked
“You catchin’ feelings for me, Pup?” All I can do is give him the same honesty. “Yes, of course I am. We . . . I was hoping . . . I don’t know.” “That’s right, we don’t, so let’s not go around getting offended and slinging drama where it isn’t needed. You want to trust me, but you’re not letting yourself, and there’s nothing I can do about that. I can tell you every day you’re safe with me, but unless you believe it, it’s pointless. And for the record, I caught feelings the minute I laid eyes on you.”
“It’s okay to want his dick, baby, I’ll watch it go inside you and fucking love the view, and the savage it’ll make me.”
“There’s a beauty to keeping a secret, Cecelia. But it can only remain one if you choose to guard it. Years from now, when you’re toasting with your friends during Sunday brunch, before the bitching commences, this secret can be the subtle smile that tilts those beautiful lips before you take your first sip of champagne. Everyone has them, but not many can keep them.”
“If you’re ever wondering what to do, that’s what you do. Whatever you fucking want, whenever you want, and you don’t apologize for it, not ever.”
“Eggs—runny, coffee—black, beer—cold, music—loud, cars,” he floors the gas. “Fast,” I say through a laugh. “Woman,” he turns and rolls his mirror-colored gaze over me.
“You can discover more about a person in an hour of play than you can in a year of conversation.”
“I know what I’m holding, I know her worth,”
“Keep reading.”
“My rainy days are yours, Dominic. If you want them.” “It rains a lot here,” he says after a few long beats. “Fine with me. But my sunny days belong to Sean.”
“Do you know what happens to caged birds?”
“When are you going to let me drive?” “Easy, never.” “Seriously?” “Only one other person has a key to this car, and it won’t ever be used.” “You know I’ll be searching Sean’s room from top to bottom, right?” His chest bounces. “Good luck with that.” “I will drive this car someday, Dominic. Bet on it.”
“You are in.”
Time to kick, Cecelia.
“I love you. And I’ve been in love with you since this started, Cecelia. And you fucking know it.”
“You’re the only woman who can keep this bird circling back. Know that, Cecelia.”
