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A girl not talking about her issues is a definite clue that it’s worse than she’s letting on.
We were strapped into a roller coaster, awaiting the inevitable, but not knowing when the first drop was coming.
“I only sleep on the left side of the bed.” He cocked an eyebrow. “That’s a selfish fact,” I warned. “Not an invitation.” “I’d sleep on the floor to get closer to you.” I was so fucked.
This is not a temporary thing between us. There is no deadline. I. Am. Always. Yours.” He kissed me softly, his tongue tracing my lower lip. “So go ahead and fall. I’ve gotten really good at catching you.”
A love that demanded to be known and was strong enough not to need reciprocity.
“Because I fucking love you!” The words carried through the room, the hallway, the house, my whole soul. “I’m in love with you, Samantha. You own me, body, heart, mind, soul, whatever there is to give, it’s yours.”