Jealousy smells like the water in the bottom of a flower vase after the flowers have died.
Megan HartStichwörter: jealousy megan-hart synaesthesia
How are we going to say goodbye?” Will asks in a sleepfurry voice.
He means now. I mean forever. “I don’t want to.”
His sleepy smile slaughters me. If I was standing, it would have sent me to my knees.
Stichwörter: megan-hart tear-you-apart
I murmur something that sounds like “goodbye” but tastes like “hello.
Megan HartThis is the truth. I have been in love. I have been in lust. I’ve made good choices and bad ones, I have been smart and I’ve been stupid. But I have never in my life felt the way I do now, here, with Will.
Megan HartStichwörter: megan-hart tear-you-apart
What if I could be happy with Will? Really happy. Not settling. What if I have waited my whole life to find this person who fits me like the missing piece of my puzzle? What if my entire life has led to this point, not to teach me a lesson about appreciating what I have, but to help me let it all go?
Megan HartWe look at each other without saying anything, both of us smiling like idiots. I heart is so full I can’t believe it can possibly still beat without bursting right in front of me. My desire for him is so fierce I’m afraid to stand, because I know my knees will be too weak to hold me up, but there’s more than that. This great and bursting thing inside me is love.
Megan HartStichwörter: love megan-hart tear-you-apart
Love is always real, even when it doesn’t last.
Megan HartStichwörter: love
I’m in love with him,
Megan HartStichwörter: love
Sometimes you say things because they make you feel better. Sometimes you say that because it makes me feel better. “I love you” stays locked behind my teeth because there is no way saying it aloud will make you feel anything but worse. I don’t say it, because when you love someone, really love them, you don’t want anything you do to ever hurt them.
Megan HartStichwörter: love megan-hart tear-you-apart
The well of my heart is a very deep place,
and at the bottom, it's dark.
He was my ocean, and I didn't know
if I would drown until I learned
how well I could swim.
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