"Lately, though, in ways she couldn’t properly explain, things had begun to change. She woke at night sometimes with an inexplicable tugging in her soul; a desire, like hunger, but for what she couldn’t say. Dissatisfaction, longing, a deep and yawning absence, but no idea of how to fill it. No idea of what it was she missed. "
"Waking up next to you is the best thing in the world. "
"I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life. "
"Act the way you’d like to be and soon you’ll be the way you’d like to act. "
So here’s the thing. I’m not likable. And I know that. And to be honest, I’m completely ok with it. For whatever reason, people read me wrong. Or maybe they don’t. I don’t actually give a crap about them. Because I’m happy on my own. But there are few times where being unlikable has consequences. And that sucks. Because I’m not really sure how to be anything else.
Talking myself in is so much easier than talking myself out.
"I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke. "
I hate that you love her. And I hate that she’s not me.
- Her: if we didn't have love at first sight then what was it?
- Him: Good question. I think I just had a feeling.
- Her: That what?
- Him: That you were a really big deal.