He’s worth fighting for, but I won’t change who I am for any man. No more than he should alter himself to suit me.
Ann AguirreI have had passionate kisses and fierce ones, kisses so sweet they tasted like pure honey and kisses that cut like knives, but until this moment, I’ve never had one that said both hello and good-bye.
Ann AguirreThat she could smile while I hurt in ways I could not understand—it broke something in me. I did not understand the heart of her, then. She is made of brightness, too much for sorrow. Such a glad spirit—I am humbled now that she shared it with me.
Ann AguirreEach love is unique. Special. Giving to one never takes away from another.
Ann AguirreBut I miss the woman I was, even as I learn to accept the new creature I’ve become.
Ann AguirreYou’re clumsy. But it can’t be helped. You are who you are.
It feels like the answer to a question I feared asking, like I’ve been searching every galaxy for this message.
You are who you are.
I always have someplace else I’d rather be, even if I don’t know where that is, yet.
Ann AguirreIt’s always been him saving me . . . and I’m not used to that.
Ann AguirreHe doesn’t have the words, so he does practical things instead.
Ann AguirreA divided heart offers a strange sensation.
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