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September 15 - September 23, 2023
“I’m not so sure what’s more terrifying, the violent storm inside my head or the silence.” —Oliver Masters
“The two slowest deaths are absence and time.” —Oliver Masters
“Stay with me, even when I’m gone.”
I was held captive by the love Ollie gave, and the future he built for us. But the day Ollie slipped away, I shattered.
Ollie had taught me how to save myself, but this time, I was drowning, and I didn’t have the strength to swim against the current of the pain.
“What’s keeping me up at night is the haunting memory of that last breath you took right in front of me.” —Oliver Masters
Her body was my kingdom come. Her divine kiss was my salvation. Her soul was mine’s paradise. Mia was my evermore.
The truth was, Ollie was my hell, but it wasn’t until now that I truly understood the meaning behind my own words. He was both the hero and villain in our love story, saving me only to ruin me.
“I’ll stay away from him, but I’ll never stop loving him.”
“Because love is constant. When you love someone, you can be angry with them, you can hate them, you can be upset or disappointed in them, but you never stop loving them because love endures all other emotions.”
“I’m stuck between I’ll never be enough and no one else will ever love you more.” —Oliver Masters
“The cruel irony is you are my forever but not my right now.” —Oliver Masters
Yes, he silenced the world with his voice, but he was able to stop time with his silence, and every part of me hung on like a last breath.
“I’m not going to make you remember me, Mia. I’m going to make it where you can’t remember anything else.”
the girl who was my forever but not my right now.
“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.” —Oliver Masters
“The number of people who love you doesn’t determine your worth. Remember that.”
“There may be a storm inside my head, but never get between me and my heart. That is a battle you will lose every time.” —Oliver Masters
“We’re Ollie and Mia. Not some bloody love story or fairy tale. Those all have endings,”
“Real love never dies.”
Tears reminded us we could feel. Pain reminded us we were alive.
I’d rather feel too much than feeling nothing at all.
“It will always be Mia.”
But even silence told stories, wants, needs, and we always shared the same melody.
“Do not fear the hurt in their eyes. Instead, fear when hurt fades to hollow. For the difference between the two is the heart.” —Oliver Masters
Power. Love was power. But by being dominated by love could bring out the best and the worst in people, a back and forth game of tag to make sure you weren’t the one left powerless.
“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.” —Oliver Masters
You’re Mia and Ollie. Never broken, only bent.
She lost her bloody grip, yet I still loved her to the point I hated her. And right now, I wanted to fuck her to show her how much. Like when water was so cold, it burned. Frostbite.
“Once upon a time, there was a girl with a black heart and a lost soul. She was unpredictable, impulsive, never allowed anyone close enough.” “Don’t tell me you fell for her.” “I am … falling, that is. No one tells you about the fall, how once it starts it never stops. But that’s a story for another day, my friend.” “Go on.” “They said she wasn’t capable of feeling, but the way she looked at me said otherwise. They said she was better off alone, but her kiss pleaded for me not to leave. They said I was wasting my time, but my heart begged to differ. They said she was the devil …” “And what did
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I’d always known, from the first day I met her, she was the one, but that single moment left me in awe of the way God moved his chess pieces across the board, making everything I’d ever wanted within reach.
The worst part of caring too much, of feeling too much, of having too much to give, was that eventually you drain from being too much for too long.
Please, wait for me. Just stay with me, Mia.”
“Even when you’re gone?”
“Especially when I’m gone.”
Our love was something to fight for, and Ollie still fought with everything he had.
Ollie had the ability to eradicate and piece me back together in one single breath, and with one look, he had the power to erase the world around us. I felt his words when he spoke, vibrations in the spaces between my bones. His love pumped through my veins, even when he was gone because we were bound together by something much bigger.
There are cracks, but now the light can shine through.
Mia and I was something worth fighting for. We were written in the stars.
That’s the thing about love. Once it touched you, it didn’t go away. It was laced in every breath. It was embedded in your skin. It seeped deep into your soul and lived forever, and you spent your entire life feeding that single heavenly feeling afraid it would leave at some point.
But love never leaves you. It only hides behind every temporary emotion until you deserve ...
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“If you don’t walk out of here with Mia, know there are other fish in the sea.” In an instant, my smile faded. “You don’t get it. Mia is the sea.”
“You’re not broken, only bent to perfection.” —Oliver Masters
Because just as much as she was all-consuming, she was imperfect and honest—the representation of love. Consuming. Imperfect. Honest.
“Anything that happens to you, happens to me. Every blow, every setback, every burn, every bloody beating. You are not alone in this. You hurt, I hurt. You’re in pain, I’m in pain. Whatever you go through, I feel it because you’re a part of me. We’re in this together.”
if I slip, if I fuck up again, I need you to fight for me. Don’t ever let me go that easily again.”
“Now close your eyes, love.”
People who couldn’t fathom or understand one’s complexity, blamed it on a sickness. The people who couldn’t put you in a specific box, shied away. And the people who couldn’t open their hearts to those who were different from them, undermined.
“I suffer from the heart of a saint with the hands of a sinner.” —Oliver Masters
If I were honest with myself, she never belonged to me. She belonged to this world, and the only way to truly love her was to love her unselfishly. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have loved her at all.
