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It’s the people in our life who mold us, and I’m far from being molded completely.”
I’m feeling like Kraft Singles compared to his Camembert.
I always think making friends as an adult is hard, but finding someone to spend the rest of your life with, now that’s the ultimate challenge.
“There’s no way in hell I would be able to say goodbye to you forever tonight. I not only want to see you again, but I need to see you again.”
All I can think is, this is it, tomorrow morning, they’re going to find my half-harvested body along the beaches of Malibu with a note attached to me that says, “She didn’t blind date well.”
Being single is fun . . . for a little bit. But I’ve realized that there comes a time in a person’s life when they just want to be able to have a partner in crime, someone you come home to every night, and wake up with every morning. Someone who cheers during your triumphs and carries you when you fall.
But what I really want, what I truly, desperately want is romance. I want to hold my husband’s hand in a movie or when we walk to the store. I want to yell at him one minute over something stupid, then be making passionate love the next, simply because we can’t stay mad at each other. I want to be cherished, for someone to call me his own. And I want to give myself to that someone for as long as we both shall live. I want to be in love.
If you tell yourself it’s good, then your taste buds follow suit, right?
Although I’m thinking just dandy would have been better than fit as a fiddle. Who can really know at this point? They’re both something my grandpa would say with a hop and a click of his heels in the air.
Play for the game, not for the fame.
Three men. Three perfectly matched men. Three perfectly matched, handsome, amazing men and here I am, being told I’m not the one they really want . . . again.
God, fucking uteruses wanting to rip their linings out together. Be original, stop doing the deed with every other uterus around you, and get your own time slot! I’m tempted to whack my uterus out of spite but refrain.
“Oh yeah, yep. Uh-huh, the safest. So safe, the greatest of the safe, couldn’t have been more pleased with the safety, because that’s what I wanted, safety, not love or anything.”
She kisses me so fucking hard that I feel dizzy from lust, lust for this woman, the one who so easily captured my heart and showed me that the saying is true, your mind might be blind, but your heart never is.
From the very beginning, our hearts knew, we were meant for each other. It only took a date with a suit, a rebel, and a jock to figure it out.
