We sealed it with a kiss, and with the kiss, we sealed what would eventually become an engagement, a marriage, a Cape Cod, a dog, grilled cheese sandwiches on Mondays, and everything in between.
For a short burst of time, we completely belong to each other, absorbed by the needs of our physicality, glued together by the passion of our lips.
No matter how far apart we may be, no matter what dreams we may chase after individually, I want you to know that you will always be my first priority. I will always, always love you.
No one can soothe my inner being like you. No one can make me look to the future with such excitement like you did. No one can understand me, fulfill me, fit me like you did.” ~Emma Ranstein
The feelings that still linger, decade after decade, aren’t just the residue of a love lost. They are as real as the first day I told her I loved her.” ~Corbin Jones, Voice of Innocence
Nonetheless, love is a funny thing. More specifically, second loves are a funny thing. For no matter how special that second or third or even fourth love is, no matter how much you can’t live without him, the first one always creeps in.
No matter how hard you try to be a good person, to make choices that will lead to success, nothing is promised. Even the good and the innocent are damned from time to time.
I don’t think love is once in a lifetime. I think love is always a possibility.
Because as much as she thought she wanted safety, wanted security and reliability, the kiss had shifted something in her.
As we change, we sometimes outgrow our friendships. And, since we cannot change this fact, it is best to simply accept it for what it is in order to appreciate the power that the friend had in your life when he or she was a part of it.
They were growing closer and closer every day, and Charlotte was finding something magical at Wildflower, something she never thought she would find again—love.
If she’s gonna love again, it won’t be an eternity but a hard, fast conflagration that leaves everyone else in the embers.