I’ve officially turned into a loser,
The shows she’d watch on the Discovery Channel hadn’t prepared her for a kidnapping. Terrorist attack? Yes. Defending her home? Yes. Kidnapped by a police officer? No. She’d have to write to the network about that.
Maybe I’ll paint you white. Fuck. You’d love that, woudn’t you? Have my come all over your body.
But, after all of the loss I’d had in my life; his loss was the one I could never bear.
Sable hair bisected his pecs and arrowed down to the straight and unequivocal statement of his returned interest. Forcing my gaze to his face, I said, “I really don’t think we have time for that.”
“You know that, and I know that, but HE doesn’t believe it.”
“Believe it,” I told HIM.
J.X.’s mouth tugged into one of those heart-stopping smiles. “Maybe you should whisper in his ear.
It is our wounds that create in us a desire to reach for miracles. The fulfillment of such miracles depends on whether we let our wounds pull us down or lift us up towards our dreams.
Tell me you’re truth. I’m listening.
There were so many different versions of him. It was countless versions of a song, and they were all original, and they were all true, and they were all right. It should have been impossible. Was I supposed to love them all?
You are the sum total of what you have seen and learned, but underneath that is a core being, a usually untouchable being, that makes you who you truly are. It can make a person into a great peacemaker like Ghandi, or a serial killer like Ted Bundy, but it is immutable. That core holds both our deepest darkness and our greatest light. It’s the harmonies layered on top of that core melody that make us who we are from day to day.
For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.