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“It doesn’t hit the same when you’re the one getting walked away from, does it?”
“Now, I’m done fucking around with you,” I tell her. “You wanna fuck? Tell me when. You wanna fight? Please. Let’s. Tell me why you’re pissed. But I won’t do this guessing game with you anymore. Got it?”
“Life is made up of a web of experiences and emotions. They are the only two things we have in life no matter who you are, where you live, or what you do. You’re going to experience things, and you’re going to feel things.”
“The key to life—the key to everything—is who you choose to build your web around,”
Our relationship could be enemies-to-lovers, but it’s always heavy on the enemies and light on the lovers.
“I’m just a crazy guy who’s always had a thing for the hot, beautiful, and sexy girl next door.” “You have a neighbor like that?” He tries not to laugh but fails miserably.
“If you ever start to feel any certain way about yourself,” he says, “I want you to remember the look on my face right now.” He gives me a soft, simple grin. “Because this is the look of a man who can’t believe he gets to be inside you.”
“Just give me the dick and watch me be a doll.”
“I hate you, remember?” I snort. “I think we’ve established that is untrue.” “I don’t hate your cock.” “Facts.”
“If you ever need anything, you call me, and I’ll either talk to you, come home, or fly you to me,” I tell her. “You wanna fight, fuck, or flee your life for a while—I’m your man.”
“I love you, Bellamy,” he whispers. My eyes go wide as a quick uptake of breath fills my lungs. “I should have said that to you so many months or even years ago ’cause I’ve loved you since the day I made you eat that taco out of a leaf, mud, and grass,” he says.
“I don’t know when I would do this. Maybe not even for a while. But …” My throat tightens. “If I were to ask Bellamy to marry me, would that be okay with you?” He drops the bag in his lap. His eyes fill with tears as he sits with the most peaceful look on his face. He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t need to. The way he reaches for my hand says it all. “I’ll make her the center of my world,” I promise him. “And I’ll get her chicken noodle soup with no carrots and throw her the biggest birthday parties the world has ever seen.”
“I can rest easy now,” Joe says, blotting his eyes. “Not that easy.” I make a face. “If you die tonight or something, I’m not marrying her out of spite.”
Don’t give up on love, sweetheart. “I’m sorry, Siggy. I think love gave up on me.”
“Loving someone is action. It’s communicating and compromising and working your ass off.
“A life without tears is a life unlived.”
Life is meant to be lived, not survived. It’s for loving and fighting and complete mess making. Life is for taking risks and winning and losing and learning. Thriving.
