young-love

Matteo lived inside her like a memory that paradoxically stopped the pain and which she could never get enough of... because there was, and never would be, anything that was like him. Wherever she went, whatever she did, he was the only thing she truly loved, and which she sadly no longer had.

Fate was tricky like that. It consumed us when we thought we were free, and it freed us when we thought we were captured.

I__e always liked you, from the first moment I saw you at the Pigafetta Stadium._ He kept his distance because he wanted her too much. __nd ever since that day, I knew that you were in love with another guy, and that he would sooner or later feel the same way I did._ Cutting ties with her was excruciatingly painful. __ just hoped that he would be stupid enough to let me have you,_ he gasped. __ut he wasn__.

I love everything about you. And I__e felt that way for such a long time that it could last forever.

Most people think that love doesn__ stand the test of time _ that it is eternal only as long as it lasts _ but love is an unquenchable flame. It is only the fires of momentary desire that burn too fast and go out far too quickly without leaving behind a single trace.

This unrequited love business was driving him crazy. It was a feeling that took you over, mind, body, and soul. Worse than a drug that tore apart your flesh and spirit, and without which you simply could not live.

One moment of true happiness was worth all the moments of pain. (Jessica)

I wanted to protect her, and, if I couldn__ do that, I__ at least be there for her. (Eric)

Fate was a reality, but it wasn__ a beautiful or angelic thing. It was a heart-wrenching nightmare. And we__ fallen blindly into it. We had no escape. It was happening, and it was up to me to guarantee our survival of it. (Eric)

Her kiss could kill us, and my consent signed our death certificates, selfishly and without control. (Eric)

I tried to hate you, to forgive you, all just to forget you, but I'm only capable of loving you. You're tattooed onto my skin, and the more I try to erase you, the deeper you sink in.

You two are bound to one another. You always have been _ and you can't run away from what you are. No matter where you go, your feelings for her are going to follow you.

Marika could feel herself cocking the trigger of a loaded gun and pointing it at herself, because the truth could be too shocking a revelation, something that would shake their lives to the core... but lies were just a dead-end alleyway that offered no way out.

Her heart was telling her to trust him, but it wouldn__ be the first time that that foolish muscle, there in the middle of her chest, had betrayed her.

It's absurd how crazy love can make you......but even more absurd how stupid jealousy can make you!

The French poet Mallarmé and, after him, Borges, claimed that __verything in the world exists to end up in a book,_ and if that__ true, and that even every man is a book, Federico was undoubtedly created by the pen of Keats or some other tormented Romantic poet; while Matteo was pure passion, like Shakespeare__ Romeo: spontaneous, intense, and impetuously real.

She was afraid of giving in to that overwhelming, absolute, unconditional love, a love that had shown her the route to heaven, but which had also taught her how much one could suffer, to the point where even the sound of your own tears became deafening.

You said my name and my heart went rogue