Because the things that mattered most never really left.
The love stays.
The love always stays, and so do we.
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“I dreamed so much of you.”
“How’s reality?” I asked, myself around him, never wanting to let him go.
“Fuck, so much better.”
This book is too real :((
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“What do you tell people, when they ask about it?”
His shyness melted into a smile, warm and gooey like chocolate. “I tell them about a girl I fell in love with at the right place but the wrong time.”
A knot lodged in my throat. “And what are you going to tell them now?”
“That we finally got the timing right.”
“A matter of time,” I whispered.
“A matter of timing,” he proposed
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He’d gotten a lemon flower tattooed over his heart.
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I could listen to the way his tongue wrapped around the letters of my name for the rest of my life
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I love you, Lemon
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he slowly turned me to a blank space on the wall in the middle of the restaurant. “It’s for you, if you ever find the inspiration to put something there.”
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There was never grief without love or love without grief
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She never wanted anyone to see the monster on her shoulder, so she hid it, and when she finally took the monster’s hand, it broke our hearts.
Goosebumps
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I’d be so caught up with wishing he was who he’d been that I failed to see who he had become