A.M. Rose

“My heart knows it’s you. That’s the only thing I could think of. I couldn’t empty my mind because you’re there all the time. And so that’s what comes out.”
“Me?” Hayden asked, and Dorian nodded.
“The way you make me feel. The way I feel when I hear your voice or your laugh. It’s the softness of your hair under my fingers. It’s the breath you let out in my ear before you wake up in the morning. It’s how you read to me before bed, how you carry me when there’s puddles on the street, and how you always muss up my hair even more even though you always mock me about how messy it already is. Everything is you. But it’s because I already love you. It’s because I know you, and I’m drawing you because you’re everything I know. We can’t know that you’re my soulmate. Because this isn’t how this should go.”
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“Why can’t it be enough? That I make you feel like this.” He motioned toward the pictures, knowing Dorian couldn’t see. “You used every color you owned. Every last one. That’s how much you feel for me. And it’s not enough.”
― A.M. Rose, Faces

“He hadn’t done anything like that in so long, it felt foreign and so comfortingly familiar at the same time. Like coming back to a place you loved after a lifetime and realizing it was still waiting for you with open arms, unchanged and welcoming.”
― A.M. Rose, Dream