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375 pages, ebook
First published January 1, 2017
She's thundering strength inside quiet courage.
You're worth fighting for.
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“Found.
Sometimes you find yourself in the middle of nowhere and sometimes in the middle of nowhere you find yourself.”
~ Unknown
“I let him see that I don't want anything between us but real and reckless, no matter if it hurts one, or both of us, in the end.”
“With each twist of his tongue against mine I feel more lost, but also as if he's found me underneath all the masks I use to hide behind. ”
“I'm having a hard time keeping up with how fast you're changing me, Goldilocks.”
“And once you feel that fear burning holes in your belly, that's when you know you have found something rare and special, worth holding on to.”
“We all love and lose. It’s a sad fact of life. But we can choose to hold on to the loss itself or to the love that came before it. All this time I’ve chosen wrong.”
“I think if I had woken you, I would have lost myself in you, Willow.”
“Maybe you can find yourself in me, instead.”
“But the fact still remains that professing our love only adds layers of complexity to this already convoluted mess and for once, I don’t know what to do about it.”
“I love you, but I’m not sure that’s enough.”
“In them, I saw absolutely nothing…But in you, Willow, I see a blank page I want to fill with color and memories, light and laughter. I want to pack page after page with the story of our life, and I’ve never wanted that before.”
“…but in you, Willow Blackwell, I’m not lost at all. In you, I have finally found my reason for existing. You epitomize graceful strength and quiet courage. You are different because I’m in love with every last piece of you. The scared, the scarred, and the sacred. I think I love those the most, the sacred parts you haven’t shared yet because I know when you eventually do they will mean even more to me than the extraordinary gift of your name.”
“Don’t squander the gift Charles Blackwell gave you. Make my father proud.”
Somehow, someway you have managed the impossible. You have captured every shred of my heart, every piece of my mind, every bit of my very soul. Everything I am belongs to you.
"Did your soul ache for mine every fucking second of every fucking day?"
Possessiveness rages inside me. He has parts of her I want. Lazy conversations. Inside jokes. Secret looks.
"You are different because I'm in love with every last piece of you. The scared, the scarred, and the sacred."
I am his. He is mine. There is an us. It's love, without a doubt, no matter if we say it or not.