You put your soul into those paintings, and nothing in this world is more beautiful to me than that soul of yours.
Love is like that. It's like a wildfire in my blood.
I also found it particularly encouraging that the decent people in his life were now outnumbering the crazy bitches
You’re insane,” I told him, and stood up to dress. He hugged me from behind, pressing hard against me, rubbing his smooth chest along my back. He spoke into my ear, “Insane for you, my love.
He was hurting, and I hurt with him. We had never been able to maintain any level of detachment from each other’s suffering, and we didn’t now.
I loved your eyes first,” I told him , repeating his words from a few weeks ago back to him, because it was true, and because we were two halves of a whole—we had been all along, and he’d been so clever to know it right away. I used to think it...
I've been trying to make my head rule my actions, when my heart has so obviously taken over.
You’re my favorite subject, Love. I’ll start with your eyes. I fell in love with those first. One look was like a punch to the guy. You have these ageless eyes on such a young face. I just knew that you had seen bad things, and from the start, I ...
Is it romantic or psychotic when I say I'll never let you leave me?
