Her hands crept around his neck, tangling in his hair to keep him closer, even though she knew that beautiful boys with expiration dates couldn’t be held, only borrowed for a time.
We do not owe any soul, except that which played the most vital role in our lives.
Welcome to Book-a-holic Anonymous.
Hi, I’m Jazz and I am addicted to the written word. I love the smell of the blackest ink sliding across texture paper. My eyes squint against the loss of time within the pages of story. I don’t think there’s a cure for my compulsion to lose myself within life and times of those characters bound between the covers.
Once you are defiled, you can’t get back your purity by any means, instead, you will only look for ways to be defiled over and over again.
We’ve lost a lot of years, but you can’t lose love. Not real love. It stays locked inside you, ready for whenever you are strong enough to find it again.
But there was a difference between being stuck and choosing to stay. Between being found and finding yourself.