Camera Chemistry (Love Through a Lens, #0.5)

by Chelsea Curto

I don’t miss the person who never looked at me like he was a starving man and I was his key to survival. I don’t miss the woman I turned into, the lack of compliments and affection building a mountain of self-loathing.

even if the nights get lonely, they’re infinitely better than being with someone who isn’t head over heels in love with me.

I’ve never been treated like I’m someone’s sole focus. Their highest priority and most sought-after prized possession. I’ve always craved that feeling of consumption.

I prefer spending time at home rather than at a bar or club. The older I get, the more I appreciate those quiet moments on the couch.

Seven billion people in the world, and all I see is him.

who the fuck needs oxygen anyway when I can survive solely on the taste of her lips against mine?

She found true love, with no secrets, just herself. Isn’t that what we’re all searching for anyway?”

I pick up a book and disappear into a fantasy world, finding comfort and solace in far-off lands with swashbuckling heroes.

would have always found you, sweetheart, even if it took me years of searching every goddamn hospital. I would have torn the world apart to learn your name and find your smile. And when I did, I would have known right away you were the one, just like I did the second I walked into that warehouse. My life was boring until I met you. Now all I see are colors, and light, and your beautiful, perfect face. I want you, Maggie Houston, however you’ll have me, for the rest of my life.”