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“I’m not so sure what’s more terrifying, the violent storm inside my head or the silence.”
“For a love everlasting, make her roses out of paper. For a love as poetic, make her roses out of literature. And if you’re lucky enough to find both, remind her every damn day.”
“Do not fear the hurt in their eyes. Instead, fear when hurt fades to hollow. For the difference between the two is the heart.”
“When the night arrives, and all the stars have died, you are still not alone. I go through many phases, but I will never leave. When all is lost, wish upon me. —advice from the moon.”
Didn’t he know? Love was attracted to the soul inside, blind to everything else. No one had an option—no choice in the fucking matter. Love had no guilt, fear, or negatives—only pure in form, attacking the organs, embedding itself deep, hungry, to thrive and grow. Shamelessly, love had no barriers or rules, and the real tragedy was the resistance from the close-minded. One day, love would conquer fear. It’s only a matter of time,
“Consuming, timeless, unselfish, love. I’d loved you in my darkest hour when I wasn’t myself, and I’ll love you in every lifetime after this.”
But Lynch was afraid to speak. He was too afraid to do anything, hadn’t bloody moved at all. Paralyzed. “You care about her,” I managed to get out. “You fucking care about her!” Lynch’s wide brown eyes locked on mine, and all I saw in them was Mia. Suddenly, it hit me.
“There are no laws in love. In this particular story, they were not meant to be together in this lifetime. Their sole purpose in this story was self-discovery. To accomplish a journey apart from each other and grow as individuals. When the time is right, possibly even lifetimes away, they will reunite and become one again for eternity. But first, they have to find themselves.”
“Sometimes all we need is someone who will sit in the dark with us.”
“The only thing that bothers me is the way people talk about suicide and how it affected them. Are we so self-centered, that even in death, we selfishly cry for our losses, not once taking a second to think how much torture and pain the soul went through before deciding to end their life? It’s sickening … the silent cry for help no one responds to when the person needed it most. There’s never an action, only a reaction on this bloody earth. The moment someone speaks up about their internal pain, they’re shoved onto meds, counseling, and hospitals,” Ollie tapped his head vigorously, “because we
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“Does it make me selfish that I make you smile for my own damn benefit?”
“We’re not out of the woods yet, but let’s kiss in the leaves while we’re here.”
“To be honest,” Jake continued. “I never thought it would be Crap-bag standing next to me at the end of the road.” “Crap Bag?” I echoed, and Jake interrupted me with a shriek. “Although we’ve come to the end of the road,” he sang. “Still I can’t let go,” Mia added, causing my head to snap in her direction. “It’s unnatural.” “You belong to me,” Jake sang. “I belong to you!” They both belted in unison.
“I’ll make love to you?” he asked, growing frustrated.
smh it’s “End of the Road” not “I’ll Make Love to You”
