I was in my early teens again. All my relatives were there, just like when we grew up. Every cousin, every aunt and uncle, my dead grandmother was even present. We were at the cottage they had built that later had become their home.
My heart was smiling. I can’t remember the last time I truly smiled. Not since she … Continue reading
Maybe I’m scared because you mean more to me than any other person. You are everything I think about, everything I need, everything I want.
And people say Minmatar can’t be romantic, I thought to myself, as I finished composing my note while on the shitter.
When I die, don’t come to my grave to tell me how much you love me and how much you miss me, because those are the words I want to hear while I’m still alive.
We met. We talked. We flirted. I fell for you.
– by Sherrilyn Kenyon
When you love someone … truly love them, friend or lover, you lay your heart open to them. You give them a part of yourself that you give to no one else, and you let them inside a part of you that only they can hurt – you literally hand them the razor with a map of where to cut deepest and most painfully on your heart and soul.