In Valiente's world," Eden wrote,"Love is never consummated, but remains a figment of the hero's own imagination. In preferring dreams to reality, the hero dooms himself. He would rather risk a physical death than the death of his beloved illusion.
Ava ZavoraI want all of him – the large hands with scars that excited me, his nimble grace, how I feel when he touches me, his strangeness, his thoughts, his hair, how he looks at me, his stubbled jaw, the way his eyes crinkles when he laughs, his unexpectedness and familiarity, every secret I’ve yet to discover, mundane details of his life I’ve yet to take for granted, even the traits that I dislike and I know in time, had we the time, would make me hate him, his arrogance and conceit, his faithlessness, his maddeningly cryptic remarks – I want it all.
But I want it all to myself. I don’t want to share.
Tag: romance-love
You haunt me, Mina. Even before I knew you, I felt your absence.
Ava ZavoraTag: romance-love
Beauty becomes tinged with sadness when experienced alone.
Ava ZavoraTag: loneliness
Virtue makes for a cold bed.
Ava ZavoraWhat I should do and what I want to do are two opposing forces. I have no idea which way I am going to end up.
Ava ZavoraI don’t need to know your history. I don’t want to know about your past," he says as he looks at me. "I want to pretend that you exist today just for me, that no one else knows you the way I know you at this moment.
Ava ZavoraTag: romance
You were always meant for me. And I, for you. All along from the beginning, we were moving towards each other even though we didn't know it.
Ava ZavoraTag: romance
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