Entangled (A Twisted Tale #1)

by R. Phillips

Depressing, isn’t it? The idea that we spend the rest of our lives trying to close the wound of our first love with the stitches we take from those that come after.

I’d argue that your second love is just as important, because it’s the love that reminds you that the world didn’t end with the first. That what was broken can be made new and that our capacity for love is endless. In some ways, the second can shine even brighter than the first, because it brings that part of you back to life. One shapes you and breaks you and one remakes you. I fell in love with them thirty-five million heartbeats apart and an ocean away.

Here’s the thing about life though; it has a funny way of shoving the judgments you make of others right back in your face, of forcing growth upon you. The universe really is brilliant that way, pushing us to our limits just to see what cracks open from our depths.

“True. But a number doesn’t always equal what someone’s learned in life. Age doesn’t always bring wisdom.”

“What else do you love?” I tease, purposefully brushing my body against his as I lean back beside him. His eyes drop to my lips and linger, darkening with desire before coming back up to rest on mine. “That moment somewhere between midnight and morning when the whole world falls away and you’re left with this vivid clarity.”

“All I told her was that I was pretty sure I had just met the girl who was going to turn my world upside down.”

“I know that you can be reckless because you’re so fucking scared that the moment you don’t feel alive is the one you’re going to die in.”

“And I know that your broken parts fit mine, which is so fucking rare. Most people go their entire lives without finding it. So ignore it all you want. Bury your head in the sand for however long you need

This promise from the universe, a certainty that no matter how dark things got, the sun would always rise. That one constant in a world full of ever-changing variables.”

“It was an all-consuming kind of love. The kind that makes you overlook everything besides a need for more of that one person.

“That’s just a part of being alive. Pain is going to find you in life whether you seek it or not. Better to experience the high and be a little bit broken from the story than spend your whole life fucking starving.”

“But still, my words will always be yours.”

“These stars of ours were written in darkness and bound with light. Ensuring my soul would seek yours for eternity. Forever lost to this captivating insanity of we.”

my soul will still be seeking yours even after the end of everything.

“I belong to you, Ellie. Don’t ever doubt that.” He trails his lips over my jawline. “Always have in a way.” Bringing us eye to eye, he looks at me with unusually serious eyes and runs his nose against mine. “I’m yours. No one else’s.”