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51 pages, ebook
When I’m parched, I drink from your love
You scatter seeds over my heart, water my soul, quench dry places until
my mind is lush and overgrown with thoughts of you.
Not everyone gets to spend this life with their soul mate. Some walk all their days with half a heart, with the ache of something missing.
Bristol doesn’t have to be doing anything monumental to make my heart stop. Just the fact that she’s in my life, the center of my world, makes me count my blessings.
It doesn’t matter if I own Bristol’s pussy. This woman owns my heart. She’s got my mind, my will, my soul, my emotions—all of it on lock. Happily trapped in the palm of her hand.
"I love my career. Love performing and doing all the things I get to do, the things you help make happen for me, but I don’t want those things more than I want you."
"We only get this life together, Bris, and I don’t accept that there’s a season where you and I aren’t as close as we can possibly be. There can be a season where I’m less active in the issues that I care about. There can be a season where I don’t record as much or where I don’t tour. But there will not be a season where we miss each other."
I wouldn’t ever recover if I lost Bristol. Not really. I could probably pick myself up and go on. But “going on” is not the same as what I have now, which is living. Absorbing every experience with her at my side. Understanding that everything is sweeter, richer, brighter when she’s with me.
I believe in all the things cynics despise. First kisses on Ferris wheels. Soul mates and once-in-a lifetime loves. I believe in fifty years and forever.