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Pricked Pricked by Winter Renshaw
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“I wanted him in the bluntest way. I wanted his lips, his hands, his arms. I wanted him the way the ocean wants the shore, constantly reaching and running back. I wanted him the way rain wants to fall, the way the sun wants to shine, the way words want to be read. I wanted him to infinity, to the millionth degree. No amount of rain could douse the fire I had in me for him.”
Winter Renshaw, Pricked
“I want to know what it feels like to miss somebody so hard my chest tightens and I can’t breathe.

I want the head rush of falling deeply and irrevocably in love with someone and the titillating fear of knowing you could lose them if you’re not careful”
Winter Renshaw, Pricked
“I wanted him in the bluntest way. I wanted his lips, his hands, his arms. I wanted him the way the ocean wants the shore, constantly reaching and running back. I wanted him the way rain wants to fall, the way the sun wants to shine, the way words want to be read. I wanted him to infinity, to the millionth degree. No amount of rain could douse the fire I had in me for him. -j.c.”
Winter Renshaw, Pricked
“Someone told me once that the way a heart breaks depends on how hard it was dropped. Some breaks are clean—and some shatter, sending millions of shards everywhere, shards so small you can’t see them … …but you always feel them.”
Winter Renshaw, Pricked
“Hearing someone say they want to love you but they can’t is worse than hearing them say they don’t.”
Winter Renshaw, Pricked
“There truly is someone out there for everyone. I believe that with all of my heart.

I just can’t help but wonder who my someone is.”
Winter Renshaw, Pricked
“I could never get sick of watching you with him,” I gush. “I feel like having ten more babies with you.”

He smirks. “I’m down.”
Winter Renshaw, Pricked
“I’m probably getting ahead of myself. Probably reading into things again.

I do that. I project my hopes and reveries onto other people.”
Winter Renshaw, Pricked