You were wrong, Gram,” I said softly, tone emotionless because I was resigned to the awful, lonely truth of it. “Love doesn’t save our souls. It kills them.
I wondered how my heart could be both light with happiness and heavy with love at the same time.
It just seemed to me, that if you valued a thing, you found ways to keep it from being compromised.
You put your soul into those paintings, and nothing in this world is more beautiful to me than that soul of yours.
I don’t feel alone with you. I feel like I have a family and a home again. You’re my home. All of the dark shadows seem to disappear when we’re together.
Is it romantic or psychotic when I say I’ll never let you leave me?
I feel like real love should take time, or at least, more time than this. I’ve been trying to make my head rule my actions, when my heart has so obviously taken over, but I feel how I feel, and I know it’s not going away.
You’re insane,” I told him, and stood up to dress.He hugged me from behind, pressing hard against me, rubbing his smooth chest along my back. He spoke into my ear, “Insane for you, my love.
He was hurting, and I hurt with him. We had never been able to maintain any level of detachment from each other’s suffering, and wedidn’t now.
Careful, Love. You can’t offer a starving man a feast and expect him not to take you up on it.
I also found it particularly encouraging that the decent people in his life were now outnumbering the crazy bitches
Love is like that. It’s like a wildfire in my blood.
He’s the best I ever had. And the worst thing that ever happened to me.