love-story

The ending of your story all depends on the beginning of ours.

We are the kind of Love Story that keeps souls awake at night and causes hearts to have stage fright.

Our love is immortal. We have become a love story. I siphoned the moments from my heart and soul, and I have inked them into beautifully bound pages. We live on for another generation to try and understand how the beauty of love can turn into ugly reality.

It's the in-between, the sustenance, not just the gears and bolts that make a human. When you forget to find out how the person was built__he oil, chemistry, and the craft__ou miss all the beauty.

There is nothing right or wrong in love. Where there is love, then there is nothing but only love.

Life will be empty without great stories to read.

So it__ true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.

After listening and getting to know more about you. Also, feeling a deep connection between us that goes beyond physical attraction. I'm beginning to feel for, so much more than the friendship that I waited to grow with you. I'm not going to try and rush things. However, I don't want to wait until it's to late.

If only you would realize some day, how much have you hurt me,If only your heart ever, craves for me or my presence_If only you feel that love again someday for me,If only you are affected someday by my absence_Only you can end all my suffering and this unbearable pain,If only you would know what you could never procure_If only you go through the memories of past once again,Since the day you left my heart has bled, no one has its cure_If only you would bring that love, those showers and that rain_If only you would come back and see what damage you create,I__e been waiting for your return since forever more_If only you would see the woman that you have made,You said we cannot sail through, how were you so sure?If only you can feel the old things that can never fade,You may have moved on, but a piece of my heart is still with you_I know how I__e come so far alone; I know how I__ able to wade,People say that I__ insane and you won__ ever come back again_Maybe you would have never made your separate way,Maybe you would have stayed with me and proved everyone wrong_If only you would know the pain of dying every day,If only you would feel the burden of smiling and being strong_

Reading is only a pretext for our bodies to stick together, like a sculpture, fused in a way that when trying to separate one from other, or the work remains intact or is completely lost

Tear filled eyes glisten in the firelight. She__ so fucking beautiful that it hurts to look at her, but it__ an ache I hope to feel for as long as I live, because the pain of losing her again...that I don__ think I__ survive.

He had let me know time after time that he was a thinking man, a man of intellect and wit. Yet one unintended hungry look into my eyes and he betrayed each of his words he had carefully spoken to me. I knew it in that instant. He was a viscerally driven man. And one day, he would possess me.

He__ an indulgent sort of man_With a quick lip and a fierce tongue, the sort of tongue that draws you in with charm and words of praise, awkward silences and desperate worships.

Cheekbones that cut like ice and eyes like liquid scotch. Loren Hale is an alcoholic beverage and he doesn't even know it.

You don__ deserve my image in your head. You don__ deserve my memories in your chest.

Special Logan Kiss...Yeah, but you didn't know that I'd recited how i felt for you right then, in that moment, in my mins. The words flowed silently, so easily. There's no mistaking them. When I gave you those kisses, I was telling myself and you....He peck my nose "I..."He kisses my forehead "..LOVE.."My heart swells asHe presses his lips to my chin, then he whispers " YOU...

Rejection is an opportunity for your selection.

Where are You Now? I was there whilst you cried,I was there to comfort you with smile,I was there to give you a hand,when all faith was lost.I was there to open doors of opportunities,I was there to share my passion for life,I was there to feed you,when you were hungry.I was there to listen to your turmoil,I was there to lift your spiritwhen you were broken.I was there when you were ill and alone.I was there when you were betrayed,lied to and ridiculed.I was there to understand,to care and to share.I was there _to play, to sing, to dance,to write, to love, to create and innovate.I was there _Where are you now? _by Natasha Parker