He laughs, touches my waist. “Because looking at you makes me think about last night, and call me old-fashioned, but I didn’t want to lie by the hotel pool with a raging hard-on all day.” “Really?” You’d think he just recited a love poem to me by the sound of my voice.
Марицитирует3 года назад
a cat with the lungs of an opera singer
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For the first time in my life, the airport strikes me as the loneliest place in the world. All those people, parting ways, going off in their own directions, crossing paths with hundreds of people but never connecting
Eileen Antonyцитирует8 месяцев назад
There’s that Poppy, who’s experiencing it all and having the most magical night of her life. And then there’s the one who’s already missing it, who’s watching this all happen from some point in the distance, knowing I can never go back and do it all over again.
Eileen Antonyцитирует8 месяцев назад
Sometimes it feels like I didn’t even exist before that. Like you invented me.”
Eileen Antonyцитирует8 месяцев назад
When I look back up at him, he’s beaming at me, and I think, I love you more now than I ever have. How is it possible that this keeps happening with him?
Eileen Antonyцитирует8 месяцев назад
He shook his head and pulled me into his chest, squeezing me, lifting me up into him like he planned to absorb me. “I love you,” he said, and kissed my head. “And if you want, we can die alone together.”
Eileen Antonyцитирует8 месяцев назад
There is no greater creature of habit than Alex Nilsen.
Eileen Antonyцитирует8 месяцев назад
Now I’m doing this humiliating thing, touching the picture of his face like I can somehow feel the essence of him that way, like it will bring him closer to me than he has been for two years.