I know I’m not supposed to say this, but I love you.
Richelle MeadMots clés love feelings adrian-ivashkov sydney-sage
It was freaky how once you realized you loved someone, and they felt the same way about you, they could look different, yet the same; how they felt familiar, but not.
Nyrae DawnMots clés love feelings what-a-boy-wants
It’s not a real place, not a real thing. Mom made up the Gray Space, the place of anti-art, antifeeling, the cold dark place that felt like death. It was just her zany way of describing the place she went when she felt most depressed, when making music at all became impossible.
It isn’t real.
Kung hindi mutual ang felings natin, pwes, gagawin kong mutual. Ayaw ko na rin sa'yo.
Ramon BautistaI absolutely, positively hate this beautiful, magical feeling.
Colleen HooverI know I’m not supposed to say this,” he said. “But I think I love you more than ever.”
I took his hand and tried not to think about how happy his words made me.
Mots clés love feelings adrian-ivashkov sydney-sage
...that's the essence of me - I don't think, I feel - at best, I think-feel...
John GeddesMots clés think essence feelings
It doesn’t matter,” said Adrian, smiling. He rested a hand on my shoulder. “Some things are worth the trouble.
Richelle MeadMots clés love feelings adrian-ivashkov sydney-sage
...you were there when they trampled me - you picked me up, healed me and gave me back my feelings - is it any wonder I love you?...
John GeddesMots clés love feelings gratitude restoration
Do you know what I see in you now? The usual aura. A steady golden yellow, healthy and strong, with spikes of purple here and there. But when I do this. . . .”
He rested a hand on my hip, and my whole body tensed up. That hand moved around my hip, slipping under my shirt to rest on the small of my back. My skin burned where he touched me, and the places that were untouched longed for that heat.
“See?” he said. He was in the throes of spirit now, though with me at the same time. “Well, I guess you can’t. But when I touch you, your aura . . . it smolders. The colors deepen, it burns more intensely, the purple increases. Why? Why, Sydney?” He used that hand on me to pull me closer. “Why do you react that way if I don’t mean anything to you?” There was a desperation in his voice, and it was legitimate.
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