If the worst you can say about an otherwise sweet-natured and pleasant romance novel is that the main characters are just too wholesome to suit you and your bitter, bitter, cat-infested, 7-years-friendless-and-romantically-barren life, you should probably just eat a fucking cupcake and settle in to wait for El Señor to take you away from this place on the wings of angels who all bear a marked resemblance to a young Rob Lowe.
Julio Alexi GenaoStichwörter: romance-novels
people say life is short.
life's not short—it's long.
the memory of a human being: that's what's short.
Stichwörter: memory loyalty momentum
I watched you roll off me and step away from the bed in silence, but when the heat of your body was gone, I wanted it back.
Julio Alexi GenaoStichwörter: desire
I was asked a series of questions.
What did you see? Why are there no files in the video archives? How did the assassin escape?
I lied every time.
Stichwörter: choices
That’s why I was calm. When you woke me in the middle of the night with your hand around my throat, and I thought I was going to die for bringing you home—that I had given my life to lie down next to a murderer—that’s why I was calm.
Because all I was thinking in that moment was that it was worth it.
Stichwörter: loneliness
You let me set the water in the shower, and followed me into the booth to stand there with me under the warm spray. You kept your head down, not looking me in the eyes—though if you were shy, I couldn’t tell. You had no reason to be. You know what you look like.
I know you don’t remember what we did.
I want to tell you.
Stichwörter: love sex tenderness
you are going to die
everyone you ever knew
will die
be kind, and be true—and be fearless of what makes your private parts go boom
Not your distress. Never that. I loved— I loved being there. Next to you. The pile of limbs that was Us. Together in the same bed. Even if it meant waking up with a few new bruises.
Julio Alexi GenaoFor one unbelievable moment, the emptiness— the ache —that terrible hollow of desolation I’d lived with all this time was just – gone.
Julio Alexi Genaothis world is larger than your heart
still larger than your pain—
but know this:
everything ends
so let what remains of us all
be love.
Stichwörter: love
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