Have you ever wondered if you're speaking to someone for the last time?
I wish I could go back, so I could say something else.
There is something to be done here. If one of them were braver, that decision would have been made a long time ago.
She would never let her go. Even if she was going against a great taboo, she had to be with the woman until the very last moment of her life.
Listen, we’re barely here at all, I wanted to tell her, rolling over, looking into her face, we’re barely here at all, and everything goes so fast, can’t you just kiss me?
What a fool — you meant to hurt others, but you ended up getting hurt instead. Allow me to laugh at you, as a kindness.
After a moment, her hands found my lower back and clenched my shirt there. Her skin was warm, like it always was. When she held me like that, I knew exactly who I was, and what I wanted.
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You showing up tonight and hovering and walking me home and all that... I hate it, cause maybe I'll forget, you know? That there was something about me that made you not want to be around.
His heart feels like it’s clawing upwards his throat, waiting to spill out into his gentle loving hands.
We cannot know love if we remain unable to surrender our attachment to power, if any feeling of vulnerability strikes terror in our hearts. Lovelessness torments.



