It doesn't taste anything like the drink I had at the party with Tucker. And now, almost two years later, I realize why. Tucker never put any rum in my rum and Coke.
That little stink.
That overly protective, impossible, infuriating, and utterly sweet little stink.
In that moment I miss him so much my stomach hurts.
I don't have to do this alone.
If I had my gratitude journal on me now, that's what I would write.
Hell stinks.
Cynthia HandIf this is foolish, I don’t want to be wise.
Cynthia HandLove is a many-splendored thing," she says. "But it is also a pain in the ass.
Cynthia HandMy mother always says that love is like a snakebite, a venom slowly spreading through your veins.
Cynthia HandTag: metaphor beautiful-imagery
My heart knows right where to go
Cynthia HandTag: heartfelt angel-paranormal-romance
I guess I always knew that our time together would be fleeting. Ephemeral.
Cynthia HandWe are all connected, everything that lives and breathes in this world, and glory is what binds."
Next thing he'll be talking about the Force, I know it.
Tag: clara
This is the part where my life becomes all apocalyptic, I think.
Cynthia HandTag: clara
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