falling-in-love

The two of us were everything that we needed to be to one another as we sat behind those strings.

The greatest wonderful feeling is falling in love.

When I'm around you, it's like every dream I've ever had is standing right in front of me.

Jenny remembers what it was like, all those years ago. It was never dolls for her, nothing so tangible as that. It was more of a feeling. As if, for the first several years of her life, everything held over her a sort of knowledge and insistence. Fence posts, wallpaper, the lawn at certain hours of the day. These things glowered at her, or smiled. Even something as ordinary as the blue rolling chair in her father's office had some hold on her, some whisper of a new dimension in its puffs of dust sent upward by her fists against its cushions. There was an intensity inherent in everything until, one day, there wasn't. The blue chair rolled on its wheels to the window when she pushed it. The rising dust was rising dust. And when it was gone, there was only a knot of longing somewhere deep inside of her, a vacant ache: adolescence. Boredom.It's why we fall in love, Jenny will tell June.We fall in love to get back to that dimension, that wonder.She goes to the laundry room, where, from a pile of clean clothes, she picks out a few articles of June's, folds them, then goes upstairs to knock on her daughter's door and tell her that this, this lost doll world, is the reason there is love.

Falling in love is not a spur of the moment thing. There wasn't love at first sight as I always believed there to be. It crept and overpowered me. Once I was in its power, it was the most amazing feeling in the world.

Falling in love is a subtle process, a connection sparked by attraction, tested by compatibility, and forged by memory.

I see the way he looks at you when you're not aware of his gaze. I see the way you care for him. And so when you think he wants you gone, it is not that. He is simply afraid to lose you.

And sometimes being in love is not enough to make it work.

Reading a great novel gives the same feeling you have when you fall in love.

In this life I choose you.

love was never meant to bejust a metaphorbetween the pages of poetry.

...to understand infatuation, how the loved person can become a holding pattern for all the tattered ends of memory, experience and thought you've ever had.

Your cowboy persona meshed so well with the dreams Chris has of the torn and silent men she's been rejected by. The fact that you don't return messages turns your answerphone into a blank screen onto which we can project our fantasies.

You should only fall in love with someonewhose arms are open, and strong enough to catch you.

I fell in love with the expression in his eyes when he looked at me.

...a small part of me that worried that Tori wouldn__ be here when I arrived, that I pushed her too far, too fast, that somehow I read her wrong and asked her for more than she was willing to give. But she__ here. She__ magnificent. And she__ mine. That thought steals the air from my lungs. Her shoulders tense at my gasp, when she realizes she__ no longer alone. __ello, beautiful,_ my voice husky. I drop my bags by the door and swiftly cross the room. I only have a split second to take in how devastating she looks in her blue gown. I don__ know who moves first, but she__ in my arms as my lips descend on hers. With that first contact, the knot of tension that__ taken up residence between my shoulder blades releases, and I finally feel like I can breathe fully for the first time since I left for Los Angeles.

Beautiful,_ his voice is velvet-laced iron, and it makes those thoughts come to a standstill. ____e told you before__t__ going to take an act of god to keep me away from you.

As much as I enjoy her laughter, I don__ like the sound of her doubting herself. And that__ something else I__ going to have to think about later on because the more I get to know Tori, the more I start to understand how she thinks and what makes her tick, the more I start to realize. . . This woman could be dangerous.