Afterwards, they all agreed that her death was beautiful. Painful; yes. Humiliating; yes. Tragic; certainly yes. But beautiful above all else. And when they gazed down at the deepest eyes they'd ever seen, they knew that her death ruined nothing of the world around her and for that they were grateful ( Read more... )

She thought, in her most selfish moments to ask him to prove to her that he loved her. She wanted to feel just how much every last drop of love touched her skin and she cried until she could ( Read more... )

You mean the world to me.

and there's nothing I would do to change this.

and everything I felt meant nothing before this.

so, guess what?

I'll love you forever.

plus one day.

I always doubted that I could be happy forever this way.

That I could lie to myself until I lay in my grave.

We used to talk about love as if we knew what it meant - as if every time we kissed we touched it. And we used to hold it so close to us, imagining our pain would turn us into martyres. And everything we felt and bled - it would all be worth it in the end. We made out story of love and loss into an epic tale of battle. In our tale it was dark ( Read more... )

This time ( Read more... )

One day you'll wake up

and wonder why you ever thought it was worth it.

And you're going to wish you could get out.

But it'll be too late.

See? Didn't I say this is the way it would always be?
That we would die before we were set free.

After so much time spent wondering whether or not love is real, she wondered if all her effort was waisted. After all, she ended up with someone far more wonderful than she ever deserved, and this time it wasn't a question. It's as real as you want it to be, as real as you make it, as real as you believe you deserve ( Read more... )

We got married and had twin girls right away. Then we had a baby boy and later on adopted twins (a boy and a girl), all of which we were able to send to college. We moved into a tudor house worth $180.00. He was an athelete and I, a doctor until we had midlife crisis when I became an artist and he, an athelete. Together, we made $190.00 every ( Read more... )