Pude ver un atisbo de cómo ha sido tu vida… y… —Bajo la mirada a mis enredados dedos, lágrimas todavía corriendo por mis mejillas—. Esto es sobre mí no siendo lo suficientemente buena para ti. Fue una comprensión de tu vida, y estoy tan asustada de que te aburrirás de mí, y luego te irás… y terminaré como Leila… una sombra. Porque te amo, Christian, y si me dejas, va a ser como un mundo sin luz. Estaré en la oscuridad. No quiero huir. Solo estoy tan asustada de que me dejes

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Con sus ojos grandes y llenos de miedo, suavemente tira de mi mano y la pone en
su pecho sobre su corazón, en la zona prohibida. Su respiración se acelera. Su
corazón está bombeando un frenético, pulsante latido bajo mis dedos. No quita sus ojos de mí; su mandíbula está tensa, sus dientes apretados.
Jadeo. ¡Oh mi Cincuenta! Me está dejando tocarlo. Y es como si todo el aire de mis pulmones se ha vaporizado, ido. La sangre está latiendo en mis oídos cuando el
ritmo de mi corazón aumenta para igualar el suyo.
Él deja ir mi mano, dejándola en su lugar sobre su corazón. Flexiono levemente mis
dedos, sintiendo la calidez de su piel bajo la tela de su camiseta. Está sosteniendo
el aliento. No puedo soportarlo. Intento mover mi mano.
—No —dice rápidamente y pone su mano una vez más sobre la mía, presionando
mis dedos contra él—. No.

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Unwrapping the paper carefully so it doesn’t tear, I find a beautiful red leather
box. Cartier. It’s familiar, thanks to my second-chance earrings and my watch.
Cautiously, I open the box to discover a delicate charm bracelet of silver, or platinum
or white gold—I don’t know, but it’s absolutely enchanting. Attached to it
are several charms: the Eiffel Tower, a London black cab, a helicopter—Charlie
Tango, a glider—the soaring, a catamaran—The Grace, a bed, and an ice cream
cone? I look up at him, bemused.
“Vanilla?” He shrugs apologetically, and I can’t help but laugh. Of course.
“Christian, this is beautiful. Thank you. It’s yar.” He grins.
My favorite is the heart. It’s a locket.
“You can put a picture or whatever in that.”
“A picture of you.” I glance at him through my lashes. “Always in my heart.”
He smiles his lovely, heartbreakingly shy smile.
I fondle the last two charms: a letter C—oh yes, I was his first girlfriend to
use his first name. I smile at the thought. And finally, there’s a key.
“To my heart and soul,” he whispers.

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Raising the ordinary to extraordinary

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Sitting beside me, he gently pulls my sweatpants down again. Up and down like whores

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He's pressing me to his chest. I melt. Oh, this is where I want to be
I rest my head against him, and he kisses my hair repeatedly. This is home. He smells of linen, fabric softener, body wash, and my favourite smell - Christian. For a moment, I allow myself the illusion that all will be well, and it soothes my ravaged soul

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Tag: home temptation heartache breaking-up

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I have spoken to no one, not even my mother or Ray. I don't have the capacity for idle talk now. No, I want none of it. I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak. Yes, that's me. I can interact impersonally at work, but that's it. If I talk to mum, I know I will break even further - and I have nothing left to break.

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I'm drawn, Icarus to the sun. I've been burned already, and yet here I am again.

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Even a pain in the ass needs someone to care about them

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A veces me pregunto si hay algo mal en mí. Quizás he pasado demasiado tiempo en compañía de mis héroes literarios románticos y por lo tanto, mis ideales y expectativas son demasiado altos.

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