love-story

P__amie!_ I called. He waded back toward me. ____ starting to think my name is Pajamie._ __our name should be Pajerky. You said it wasn__ deep._ __ajerky?_ He gave me a skeptical look. __hat__ Pathetic._ __e__l see how smug you are once I__ on dry land.

As the fireworks began to illuminate the sky above them, Blake and Veronica made love for the first time on Hideaway Hill.

.. Avoid any Dom with a large ego. Do not mistake arrogance for confidence.

You mean we won't get to run through burning buildings?" I could see he wanted to laugh, but instead he watched me intently. "What? Why are you staring at me?" "I'm not staring. I'm observing."I smiled through my tears. "And what do you observe?"He brushed his lips against my ear. "A brave young woman who has always fought for what was right, even when it was unpopular. A woman who can't return to the land of her birth, but is wlcome to cross the seas and rebuild Alexandria in mine. And a woman who has suffered enough in Rome and deserves happiness for a change. Will you come to Mauretania and be my queen?"He drew back to look at me, but I held him closer. "Yes.""Just yes?"I nodded and pressed my lips against his.

Gil sat baking in the sun for at least 45 minutes before one of the tour guides noticed him looking listless and leaning to his left side. As she approached him, she noticed that he had a stupid grin on his face.__re you all right, Mr. Cohen?_ she asked as she tried to slowly help him to his feet.His shirt was drenched with sweat and his skin was mostly clammy, signally that he was suffering from the middle stages of heat stroke.__t__ not so bad?_ he muttered as he struggled to stand straight up. __hat not so bad, Mr. Cohen?_ one of the tour guides asked.__eath,_ Gil stated in a glazed response.The guide looked at the heat-stricken man who appeared to have amoment of clarity amidst all of the sweat and dehydration. __hy is death not so bad?_ she pressed on. Gil took a big swig of Gatorade and replied, __ecause life wasn__ so great.

I just made it official. I'm a twenty-eight year old married woman with a twenty-two year old boyfriend who lives twenty minutes from a husband he doesn't know exists. That God I started believing in a few minutes ago is sending me straight to Hell.

What kind of a day was it? A day like all others, that alters and illuminates our times. And you were there.

It__ a great privilege to not know where you__l end up, just where you__e headed. It__ the only way to get there.

I__e never been so clear about anything in my life. I turned around, made my way to that room you were in, and there you were. Nothing else mattered. I didn__ even know if we would make it out or not, I just wanted to be where you were, whatever that meant. The only thing I__ afraid of is a life without you, Pigeon.

He was just beautiful. She'd never known a man could be beautiful, but he definitely was.

Love is the most beautiful thing that can happen to someone. No one can explain that feeling and desires engrossing a person preparing to give their heart to someone.

She clasped his hands and pressed her lips to them. 'I want you to be proud of me,' he repeated. She dropped his hands, feeling defeated.

I__e been thinking about that proof I spoke of last time _ that you__e where you__e supposed to be. And it occurred to me, can you prove you__ be better off somewhere else? If you__ have left the state, your relationship would have ended still. Maybe you__ have even blamed yourself, not knowing that it was doomed because of him, either way. Instead, you__e here. You got dumped, skipped class, and met the best econ tutor at the university! Who knows, maybe I__l make you fall in love with economics.

A Quote from Monty's journal in GOD MUST BE WEEPING. "I felt as anonymous as a grain of sand.

I was perfectly happy in my boring life before you came along.

I could hold you prisoner here for the rest of the day and list everything I love about you, but that__ only half of it,_ he explained, turning toward me. __he other half is something I can__ put into words. Something I don__ think I__l ever be able to. It__ something that ties me to you, and you to me. Call it chemistry, call it fate, call it whatever you want. All I know is that I__ yours just as much as you__e mine, Luce. That__ the surest thing I__e ever known.

Maybe the key to moving on was distancing herself from Wes. Not all the way. Just a little bit.Enough to let someone else in.

Heaven is freakin' not ready for me!" - seven-time cancer survivor Dionne Warner in Never Leave Your Wingman