Happiness. It was the place where passion, with all its dazzle and drumbeat, met something softer: homecoming and safety and pure sunbeam comfort. It was all those things, intertwined with the heat and the thrill, and it was as bright within her as a swallowed star.
If you love someone, why would you want that person to change?
Please. Forgive me. One more chance, Blaire. I want this. I want you.
I guess I like things that take time and attention. More worthwhile that way.
Give me agony or give me death,
I'll take thy heart as eternal breath
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.