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“Chaos is an angel who fell in love with a demon.”
“If you ever want your soul to dance in the clouds, you will at some point have to juggle lightning and taste the thunder.” ~ Christopher Poindexter
Landon tells me that we can never be what we once were because he no longer has the blind trust he once had in me.
It’s not that I fell for him—I know I didn’t. I’m smart enough to see now that what I fell for was the fantasy of him.
I’m no longer the only one to blame for our marriage falling apart, because when we fight like this, he’s practically pushing me into Alec’s arms. If only he would leave the past in the past, maybe we could have a shot at making this work.
🤬This bitch got nerve!!!!!
“Do you love him?” “I don’t know.” “You don’t love him.” I draw back and look at him. “When you love someone, you know it. The fact that you’re confused tells me that you’re just scared to admit the truth that you no longer love your husband.”
“I want your eyes wide open to what it means to be with a man like me.”
“Why are you doing this to us? What is it that you need? Just tell me and I’ll give it to you.”
“One year of fighting after we’ve spent thirteen years building this life together, and you’re ready to walk away? I’d fight for you till the death.”
“No words will ever be more powerful or more truthful than these beats that bruise me every single day I have you.”
In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t function as easily as you do in this world, and that site provides me a place to go where I don’t have to pretend to be something I’m not.”
“The only way I could get you to say you love me was by telling you to lie to me.” He speaks through the bullet hole I shot through his heart. “There’s nothing left. I can’t pull on your heartstrings when they’re no longer attached to anything.”
‘Somewhere between right and wrong there is a garden. I will meet you there.’”
How is it that I’ve been with this man for a year and I don’t know the simplest things about him? It was just the other night when we discovered our mutual love of poetry. Have we just been so blinded by passion and excitement and living life one stolen moment at a time that we’ve skipped steps along the way?
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
“Eventually, those butterflies you feel for Alec will fade as well, just like they do for all of us. And that’s where your life together will truly begin.”
I’ve come to realization that I’m an attention seeker.
