Every person has his secret; in reverie, unbeknown to others, he finds peace, freedom, sorrow and love.
His breathing was heavy, and full of life. He shivered still, his hand finding Katty unsteady and unprepared of what was going to come next.
“I hurt you!
Tom. Tom, look at me. Has Nora agreed to marry you?”
“No, but she will because she has to.
As long as we have MEMORIES, yesterday REMAINS and as long as we have HOPE, tomorrow AWAITS…
A wise man is someone who knows how to convert obstacles into resources.
my love is a winter’s mist
through the window
at the nape of your neck.
There’s a pause so yawning I can’t help but think about what it would be like to lean in and kiss her, but if I’m getting the signals wrong then I’m about to destroy the best run we’ve had all evening. It’s been at least ten minutes since I’ve done or said anything stupid.
I write romance stories and although I want it to be a beautiful work of art, I am afraid that I will live in the story I created in my mind. It’s all in my mind I know, but sometimes, the romance becomes too ideal and realistic for me that I soon fall for the hero that was just a product of my imagination. I think that is both an fearful obstacle and a proof that somehow, you are succeeding to touch a reader’s heart – even if it is yours.
And I wasn’t playing a role – I was trying to be myself.
But the harder I was striving, the more I was realizing that I had probably lost that ‘myself’ somewhere between two perfectly performed roles…
…Gabrielle and Elaine seemed to hit it off by talking books – something trending about a very young billionaire and his obsession with an even younger woman…and sex. Lots of erotic sex scenes in the book like apparently on every page…Who has time? Why even read about sex in a book when you can have it instead? I don’t get that. And billionaires in their twenties? I mentally shook my head and pretended to care. I’m such a bastard.