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February 14 - February 16, 2024
I’ve loved you for a long time, Bridget. And I will keep on loving you. Don’t ever doubt it.”
“Accepting help doesn’t make you weak. It means you’re strong enough to let some of your burdens go.”
“Bouquets die. Gardens bring the promise of something better tomorrow.”
“Accept the unconditional love that we’re forcing on you to take. Turnabout is fair play.”
“Who pissed in your Lucky Charms, Brannan?” she asked. I scoffed and thumbed through the pages. “I’m a grown-ass man, Chels,” I grumbled over another sip of liquid tar. “I eat Froot Loops.”
“No one’s keeping score, darlin’. I love you because I do. No tally marks. No chips. No tabs.”
“Not really?” he rasped. “Darlin’, anything other than an enthusiastic yes is a no.”
“All these years, I’ve been calling you darlin’ when I really wanted to be calling you mine.”
“Life rarely takes us in straight lines. It twists and turns. Sometimes it takes us backward. Just because moving forward is hard doesn’t mean it’s not right. It means you have to fight a little harder.”
“The brain is a complex organ. But unlike the rest of your body, it doesn’t just serve the function of keeping the body alive. It provides thoughts. Houses emotions. Stores memories. Even the memories we try to bury. Those things are just as much a part of you as your arms and legs. And they deserve attention and care, too. Just because we can’t see emotional damage on an X-ray doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.”
“I’m not a betting man, but I’d bet on you. I’d bet on us. Every time. All in.”
There was magic in her fingers, resilience in her veins, and steel in her spine. Every part of her was potent. Her love warmed me like whiskey. Her beauty was hundred proof. She had a smile sweet like muscadine wine. Eyes like absinthe. A laugh like champagne. I was drunk on her and knew that I would never sober.
“When are you gonna stop waiting on ‘someday’ and start living your life like the hypothetical day you’ve been waiting for is today?”
Blood doesn’t matter. Showing up for people does.
There was something hypnotizing about that bright red bullseye. It made shopping lists vaporize as soon as you walked through the shiny glass doors. The five-dollar coffees and neatly arranged displays lured dollars straight out of my bank account.
Found family is a profoundly beautiful thing. The choice to love someone through their best and their worst runs deeper than blood ever could.
“Your woman’s in fuckin’ labor. Get your game face on. This is it. Man up.” I was waiting for him to smack Luca across the face to pump him up. “Mad’s about to do work for you. She wants to crush your hand while she pushes? You let her. She wants ice chips? That’s on you. And when she’s sweaty and screaming at you, you tell her she’s the most beautiful goddamn woman you’ve ever seen. You will not pass out. You will not sit on the sidelines. She’s quarterbacking this game. You give her every damn thing she needs. Got it?”
And to Kyle Kingsley, Fuck you.
