young-love

Logan felt like Icarus. He had never felt so free and blissfully alive as he did whenever he was with her. The closer he got to her the higher and happier he felt. Even at the mention of her name his heart would pound incessantly and all the giddy feelings he didn__ quite understand would suddenly reemerge. Every glance upon her blinding beauty cast a shadow upon every other girl for him. Everyone else paled in comparison to her. With every passing moment he had somehow discovered something new and exciting about her. With her by his side he could feel the light breeze flapping against his sides and the warmth of sunshine beating down on his handsome face. This is what it meant to be truly awake. This is what it meant to be in love. But just like Icarus he had gotten too close and had crashed and burned. As he lay crippled in the aftermath of his own destruction he wondered what hurt more the aching pangs of physical pain his body had been subjected to or the raw burning sensation he felt in his heart. He had gladly given her his heart and in return she threw it back in pieces claiming it wasn__ enough. That he wasn__ enough.

(Divorce)We__l remarry someday when we__e grown, Like royalty who__e earned the throne. An aisle made of gold, To have and to hold.My dress made of rags, A suit that__ so torn.All eyes are on me,But mine only on you. You give your hand,A king to his queen,But know this darling,Mulligans aren__ for the weak. By changing the rules,We__e changing the war,The wounds that we__e known,Battle stains on the floor.But from this day on,The same as before, You are the apple,My eyes still adore.Worth more than one shot,Though we__l face the worst a lot,Better days will come,If we stay and don__ run.And if a wave takes us out,I know we__l figure it out. And if the current takes us in, I know we__l do it all again.

You walked into my life when I was nineteen years old. You were the only man I ever loved - the only man I ever hope to love. You took everything we did together, everything we were to each other, and scorched it to nothing: left it a cloud of ash.

I am but a firefly caught in his jar and when he looks at me, I can__ help but glow.

Perfume counters in department stores, Holly Deblin smells of, the middle of July, and cinnamon Tic Tacs.

The things that could be controlled, though, was this moment. And Elijah kissed me like it was a natural-born instinct. We had our story and they had theirs. No, ours wasn__ exactly beautiful or magical, or any of those things they made us believe in. More often than not, we cried and were reckless with every decision. Those feelings we held onto in that moment were ever-changing; we did the impossible and never doubted for a second that we__ do it again. Because in our story there were no rules to hold us back or people to judge and misuse us. We were limitless.__ur love,_ Elijah breathed against my lips, __ill be infamous. And that__ our secret.__ nodded with my eyes still closed and allowed his touch to overwhelm me. Every moment with him was like a walk in the dark, a dive into the forbidden deep. And unlike the others__ welcomed the darkness.__ake love to me,_ I whispered. They were words uttered before, but this time they held the weight of the moment and our will to never let it go. Eli needed no further permission and he encased me__onsumed my very being__ith his soft kisses and soothing caresses. Everywhere he touched flared and burned. And I flew.

She affected me, even when she was absent.

Creativity is the catalyst to the future.

I wanted to punch him and understand him at the same time.

My hands are in his hair and his arms wrap around my waist tighter. I know what Henry does to me. I__ space bound. A rocket about to blast off. And I want Henry to send me to the moon.

And then I remember this morning and I wonder if it really happened or if I dreamed it. It was nice. And weird. And tender. I'm not used to tender. It's a fossil, that word. Conditions changed and it died out. Like the woolly mammoth. It just couldn't live in the same world as dick box. Ho dog. Or wiener cousins.

Among my stillness was a pounding heart.

Watching them was like watching the sunset and the sunrise, equally beautiful in different ways.

Some people dream of becoming doctors or artists or veterinarians or teachers. I dream of the day Shaye laughs without stopping, and when she does, it will be only to take a breath before starting over again.

We ruined each other by being together. We destroyed each other__ dreams.

Think of that person you knew when you were a kid, who you always thought you could have loved completely and forever.Well, you could have. It__ the truth, and it__ the saddest and simplest thing. There isn__ just one person for each of us in the world. There aren__ many, but there are always a few people we could have made it with, that maybe we still want to make it with, that press themselves so close to our hearts they leave scars, and then slip through our fingers and disappear from our lives. And it doesn__ make a difference if you__e thirteen or ninety- eight because some things you feel are real, no matter when.

Beginnings are easy, but after that, happiness takes some work.

But he was a perfect gentleman, Aunt Amelia. He did not even try to kiss me, though he wanted to. ... You always tell me I must be receptive to broadening experiences. That would have been a broadening experience. And, from what I have observed, a very enjoyable one.