Diary of an Oxygen Thief (The Oxygen Thief Diaries, #1)

by Anonymous

All those intimate moments, every little sigh, those gentle touches, the lovemaking, the confidences, the orgasms, the attempted orgasms—all mere fuel. The deeper in they were, the more beautiful they looked when the moment came.

When I spoke, she turned her head toward me and seemed to abandon herself to the meaning of my words.

Hurt people hurt people more skillfully. An expert heartbreaker knows the effect of each incision. The blade slips in barely noticed, the pain and the apology delivered at the same time.

I began to hate you for not having the courage to tell me what you really thought of me.

Romance has killed more people than cancer. Okay, maybe not killed, but dulled more lives. Removed more hope, sold more medication, caused more tears.

We are not punished for our sins, we are punished by them.

The pain involved in a premeditated broken heart would easily compare with a case of assault, and yet no court of law would recognize it as a crime. A broken arm heals.

They say you’re not punished for your sins, you’re punished by them.

You innocently open your windows in the hope that a breath of a wisp of a breeze of a wind will exhale itself into the airlessness that has become your life.