He pulled me toward him, and all I could do was stand there with arms at my sides and head against his chest. Broken, I feared even the slightest movement would cause pieces of me to snap off and fall to the gritty pavement.
Jodi LaPalmTag: romance fiction novella still-life
I'm not the same person I was before, and I am deathly afraid I will never be her again...
Jodi LaPalmTag: identity romance fiction novella still-life
I have you with me, and I'm terrified you'll disappear.
Jodi LaPalmTag: love romance fiction still-life
Staring over him in the dim light of a side lamp, my tired eyes traced along the path of faint, yet emerging, lines etched around his equally-tired eyes. They'd become a permanent reminder of his ever-smiling face, and I wished–even after all of these years together-that I could absorb some of his contentment.
Jodi LaPalmTag: romance contemporary-fiction
The moment-when I could no longer face myself in the mirror-wasn't easily explained; nor was the oppressive misery I experienced once I finally became the person I was meant to be but then realized with terrific horror how much I still hated her.
Jodi LaPalmTag: romance contemporary-fiction
Would he really want us here...forever? Because forever was what I was thinking when I agreed to move. I never would have done it, if it wasn't about forever.
Jodi LaPalmI had been in love before, but never found it necessary.
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