sweet

I got caught watching the one person I was supposed to not care about

Normal_ is all about perception. I mean, isn__ __ormal_ what the majority of people do? So what if suddenly ninety-nine people out of a hundred decide to walk their iguanas down the street while wearing a tutu? Wouldn__ the one guy who didn__ own an iguana and wear a tutu be the freak? And isn__ it the ones who seem normal on the outside who, in actuality, know where the bodies are buried in the backyard or are secretly in love with their toaster?

Acceptance. We want someone to look at us, and really see us__ur physical flaws, our personality quirks, our insecurities. And we want them to be okay with every square inch of who we are. We__e always afraid we might be too needy or too much work. We put all these limitations on ourselves and our relationships because we__e afraid that we__e not really loved. That we__e not really accepted. We hide little pieces of ourselves because we think that might be the one thing that finally drives away the person who__ supposed to love us.

Who knew that the path to a womans heart was through the soul of an honest man?

Oh, those warm days of stumbling words; blinded eyes, embracing in sweet slow dances and sipping courage from a bottle for sneaking kisses.

...summer was the swiftness with which Dill would reach up and kiss me when Jem was not looking, the longing we sometimes felt each other feel. With him life was routine; without him life was unbearable.

When their mouths collided, the earth shifted, and she felt like she was coming face-to-face with death, and the brush was sweet, while he experienced life in the most shattering way.

Flavour your life in such a way that anyone who thinks he or she is biting or back-biting you, will rather take smiles away unexpectedly and with surprises.

I'm not sure anyone knows what they're looking for until they find it

some poems frothand foam and rise...out of my morning cup ofmist-sweetened coffee.

someday i will walk under the soul-blossom tree with my hand eternally woven in yours.

I have woken up_quite sloshedfrom night-mingled rainsa little drugged, by mountain fogsI have been kidnappedfor years....by a mere kiss.

I had this dream about you. We went hunting up in the mountains and I caught a unicorn. You told me now I know how it feels to be you.

I__ a very careful man. Everything I do_ Remember this_ Everything I do means something to me.

Flipping to the front, I caught Aiden's gaze and offered a sympathetic smile."Skittles?""Please."I dumped some into his open palm, then picked out the green ones. Aiden grinned at me."You know I don't like the green ones?"Shrugging, I popped them in my mouth. "The few times I've seen you eat them, you leave the green ones behind."Deacon popped his head between our seats."That's true love right there.""That it is."Aiden's gaze flicked to the road. I flushed like a little schoolgirl and focused on the remaining pieces of candy until Deacon drifted back into his seat. I handed all the red ones to Aiden.

Love is such a small word for what I feel. For the first time in my life, I have a reason to breathe. I__ enchanted with every part of you I know, and I only know a small part so far. I plan to spend the rest of my life searching out every hidden enchantment in your body and soul. And I__ going to cherish and protect you with every fiber of my being. So, do I love you? No_ I lovelovelove you.

There__ no magical healing in this. I won__ wake up tomorrow fixed and joyful. I__l still hurt and grieve. But moments like this, with Colton? They make it all bearable. He doesn't fix me, doesn't heal me. He just makes life worthwhile. He helps me remember to breathe, shows me how to smile again. He kisses me, and I can forget pain, forget the urges I still have to cut for the pain that erases the emotions.

You can__ hurt me the way you think you can. But even if you could? I would rather die with the taste of you on my tongue than live and never touch you again. I__ in love with you, Mara. I love you. No matter what you do.