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This motherfucker was crazy. Something I’d always known, but maybe kinda underestimated.
I would never agree to having part of her when she owned every part of me.
The possibility of having none of her at all was not a reality I was trying to get used to.
When I met Majesty, I met the other half of my soul, and I needed that shit back or nothing at all.
The man I had become was a direct reflection of the way she loved me.
“By the time you feel the need to do a grand gesture, you already missed a million chances to do something small that would have meant more and put a smile on her face.”
And honestly, the way she loved herself was the reason I loved her.
She was unwavering, even for me and I loved every bit of that shit.