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To those of you who have ever felt too damaged to be loved or too broken to be fixed.
I think I would love any version of him. I don’t think I could help it.
I loved her when we were younger. Loved her more than the air that filled my lungs. Loved her more than life itself.
She was my best friend, the only person that ever saw me, truly saw me.
“I HATE YOU!” she screamed, and I recoiled as tears continued to flow down her beautiful face. Her voice shook as she uttered, “I hate you. I hate how badly I crave you. I hate that I will always compare every lover to you and come up short-handed. Every. Single. Time.”
“How much strength it takes me to be anywhere near you, to keep what little honor I have…when all I desire is your lips on mine? When all I want is to worship this body of yours?”
“It has been nothing but torture being in your presence and being unable to have you.”
My name on her lips…that will be my undoing.
“I’m happy you hate me, Flower,” I murmured in her ear. “And I’m fucking glad I ruined every man for you. Now you have a taste of what I’ve felt every day for the last five years.”
“You consume all of me, Lena. You are my waking thought and the final picture I see before I sleep. You are a siren that haunts my dreams. It's been that way since the moment I met you.” I sighed in defeat. “There’s not a damn second you aren’t on my mind.” “Silas,” she cried softly. “You represent all that I could ever desire…and all I can never have.” My voice cracked as I whispered, “You have destroyed me…and I resent you for it.”
“Nevertheless,” I murmured, “even with all the pain that has come with loving you, I would never choose to forget the beauty of the moments we shared. Because for me, those moments with you are the only beautiful memories I have.”
“I am not deserving of your love, Lena.” “You are deserving of it, and so, so much more. It doesn't matter to me that you aren't the man I used to love…because I love you just as you are now.”
“I am desperately in love with you, Lena.” He moved his arm and slid his hand along mine—my hand that now rested on his thigh. Our fingers interlocked. “It has only ever been you. No matter what I have done or who I’ve been with. It was only ever you who held my heart,”