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A man only needs to look at you to become fiercely protective of your smile.”
“I imagine sex with you would annihilate every experience a man has ever had.”
Little does he know, he can’t hurt me. I’ve been hurt—a hurt so mortally, inconsolably excruciating there’s nothing left in me to break.
He kisses like his mission in life is to devour every breath I take and give it back with an infusion of love.
“That kiss”—that explosive smoldering kiss that rocked the ground beneath our feet—“changes everything.”
I never felt real pain until he vanished from my life. That’s the ache crushing my airway right now. Grief. Hopeless, irrevocable grief for the man I lost.
“Ever heard the saying, an optimist laughs to forget, and a pessimist forgets to laugh?”
His attention to detail is uncanny. And creepy. And kind of endearing.
“You’re intellectually challenging,” he says. “Straight-forward, honest, and genuine—all of which trumps shallow beauty. A physical relationship is…nice.” His lips form a sinful smirk and settle back into a frown. “But when a man meets a woman he can hold meaningful conversation with, he won’t tire of her. Ever.”
“Do you put this much effort in everything you do?” “In the things that are important, yes.”
I wish I was one of those people who can shield their emotions.
Because at some point in the last four months, this man helped me move past a broken promise and gave me a reason to try again.
Because love doesn’t end with death. It doesn’t shrivel and disintegrate with the ashes. It hovers, follows, haunts the living.
I heard once that hardship brings the true nature of a person to light. If that’s true, I’m a deeply angry woman, seething with hatred and resentment. The rage is powerful and incapacitating, like a beast roaring and pacing inside me and pointing blame.
I’ve grown addicted to sadness. It’s familiar, reliable, effortless.
Love isn’t a choice. Nor is life. We connect, or we don’t connect. We live, and we die. There is no forever. The real fight is in making the best of it, making a difference, and appreciating the small glimmers of happiness.
