I had lunch with my brothers,” Mark said, his face serious. “While you were still asleep. They told me. About Corey and that stupid set-up you agreed to where you’d pretend not to be my wife . . .”
“I never agreed to pretend not to be your wife,” Dylan said.
Mark’s face grew serious then. “That’s what it amounted to in the end though, didn’t it? You pulled away from me in exchange for me getting . . . what?”
“Your career back,” Dylan said. “Your life.”
“Dylan, you’re my life. You.
Stichwörter: marriage fame dylan mark alpha-male the-seduction-of-dylan-acosta
I am dying. Every part of me is shattering; falling to the floor, a hole in my chest is ripped wide open for the world to see. The earth is set into motion again spinning faster than before, nothing makes sense, but everything makes sense.
Heidi Acosta. Barbie Girl (Kindle Locations 3335-3336).
The world stops spinning. She is the ocean crashing into me, tossing me, drowning me. I can’t breathe. I do not care. I want to die right now. I want nothing more than to drown in her. My head is filled with a gray fog. I am being pulled toward heaven and my angel is kissing me.
Heidi Acosta. Barbie Girl (Kindle Locations 3330-3332).
Stichwörter: love dylan epilogue
I wanted her and only her.
I wanted to be a part of her storm.
I wanted to feel my pulse against hers.
I wanted the bitter on her sweet tongue.
I wanted the sadness in her sweet syrup eyes.
I wanted the silence in her screaming mind and the enigma that is really quite simple- a complicated happiness. I wasn't willing to let go. I was falling completely, forever, into solid fucking love that was swimming through my veins.
I wanted to be the breath in her mouth and the rhythm in her chest that would beat only for me.
Stichwörter: truth friendship growing-up love dylan bridget waiting-for-you shey-sthal
I would, but I can't. Like a cord between us, it binds me to you. where you go, i must follow. if you go to far, i am compelled to search for you until i find you. if i try to run, i would freeze in my steps and be made to turn back.
Alexia PurdyStichwörter: dylan alexia-purdy ever-shade
If my like for you was a footy crowd, you'd be deaf cos of the roar.
And if my like for you were a boxer, there'd be a dead guy lying on the floor.
And if my like for you were sugar, you'd lose your teeth before you were twenty.
And if my like for you was money, let's just say you'd be spending plenty.
Stichwörter: love poem dylan daisy poetry-love
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