love-story

In two weeks my skin will have no memory of Olly's hand on mine, but my brain will remember. We can have immortality or the memory of touch. But we can't have both.

He told her over and over how beautiful she was but, to her, his beauty was beyond any words she would ever be able to speak.

Can dimples wink? Because I felt like his just did.

To paint a leaf, you have to sacrifice the whole landscape. It might seem like you're limiting yourself at first, but after a while you realize that having a quarter-of-an-inch of something you have a better chance of holding on to a certain feeling of the universe than if you pretended to be doing the whole sky. My mother did not choose a leaf or a head. She chose my father, and to hold on to a certain feeling, she sacrificed the world.

His intense blue gaze held hers, willing her to believe. She pulled in a shaky breath. Each second, he__ said. This second, then another, then another, until she believed all the time. She closed her eyes. She wanted to trust in him, in them. Why did it have to be so darn hard?Using his hold on her wrist, he drew her closer, leaned down to rest his cheek against hers. ____ yours,_ he murmured near her ear. __ou have me. Believe that, baby.__he nodded and slipped her arms about his neck, holding on hard. ____ trying.___ know._ He rested a hand against her spine, dropped a kiss on the curve of her shoulder. __ne second at a time, Angel. We have all the time you need.

Theirs was a long, complicated story with a monster and a knight. What made their story unique was that these two players were the same person.

Every part of you was made for me. Your lips were made to kiss mine, your eyes were made to wake up to me looking at you in my bed every morning, and your fucking tongue was made to roll my name off of it. I am more certain of us than I'm certain I require oxygen to breathe.

And today is really the happiest day of your life, because today you woke up and stumbled across the shadow of your soul in broad daylight."From Central Park Song: a Screenplay

Its not always about the happy ending. Sometime its about the story.

You see, the world is as big as an elephant or small as a grain of sand, depending on you. You can let it stomp you, gore you, swallow you up. Or you can let it slip into your shell and turn into a pearl._ -- Benjamin East

My first kiss. One tiny, sweet, cosmic kiss. Like falling from a star, onto a cloud, and into a love song.

Any great love comes from intense suffering

When I ask you to listen to meand you start to give me advice,you have not done what I asked.When I ask you to listen to meand you begin to tell me why I shouldn__ feel that way,__ou are trampling on my feelings.When I ask you to listen to meand you feel you have to do something to solve my problem,you have failed me, strange as that may seem.Listen! All I ask is that you listen.Not talk or do__ust hear me.I can do for myself. I__ not helpless.Maybe discouraged and faltering, but not helpless.When you do something for me that I can, and need to do for myself,__ou contribute to my fear and weakness. But when you accept as a simple factthat I am feeling what I feel no matter how irrational it might be,__hen I can get on with understanding what is behind this feeling.Perhaps that is why prayer works for so many people.God is silent and He doesn__ give advice or try to fix things.He just listens and lets you work it out for yourself.So, please listen and just hear me.And if you want to talk, wait a minute for your turn.Then I__l listen to you.

Saying 'Love you' never creates a story, its the beginning of trouble.

This is why I choose not to have real-life girlfriends. I can__ even pretend without starting a fight.

people say I'm running back to the thing that broke me, yeah he did, but I picked myself back up, now it's about fixing him.

I had a beautiful dream the other day. I was coming home from work and you were standing behind white picket fence trimming roses. You were dressed up all in white. We saw each other from afar and smiled. We kissed, got inside our home where our two beautiful children were playing and waiting for us. We all hugged and I kissed your belly because that__ where our third child was. You were pregnant. Than all got blurry and white... I was awake. I was sad because my dream has ended but I was happy at the same time because that was the most beautiful and purest dream I have ever had.

When he opened his eyes again, all words escaped him. He had seen her just a second ago and yet his eyes were unprepared for the beauty they saw. Her face was perfect.Her cheeks were still flushed from the excitement. It was the same face he could not wait to see every morning; the same cheeks he had kissed every day for the past four weeks. __ou__e not good for me,_ he whispered.