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His eyes were the color of a storm rolling in.
She smelled delicious, like citrus and champagne, and all I wanted was to get drunk on her.
What we’re good at and what we’re passionate about aren’t always the same things.”
Love isn’t about choosing who you think won’t hurt you. It’s about choosing who’s worth hurting for.
“Can I hold your hand? Will you let me walk you to your door? I know we just met, and it's 3 am, but all I want is more.”
Sometimes love just wasn’t enough.
