Marsa

“we pull the table into the corner of the room and lay the comforter down on the wood floor. I get the pillows and you open the wine. I wrap my body around yours and sigh into your chest. when you laugh catches in your throat I want to trap it in a jar and listen to it later. no one every says what a miracle it is to be in love and not suffer for it but every time I look at you, I know. I would fall asleep on the floor every night if it meant resting my head in our love.”
― Fortesa Latifi, We Were Young

“Someday, I would grow up to be a broken man’s latent reason for being.
Someday, I would meet a stranger whose pain lived behind his eyes.
Someday, I would realize I loved them both.
And one day, I would have to choose whose heart to destroy.”
― A.L. Woods, Rain

“The only love I’ve ever known or craved is the kind that keeps me sick, sick with longing, sick with lust, sick with need, sick with grief. The distorted kind that leaves scars and jaded hearts.”
― Kate Stewart, Flock

“Love happens in all kinds of ways. Fast. Slow. In bits and pieces, or immediate. Filled with lust, one-sided longing, a snap realization never noticed before. Deeply. Thoroughly. Love is a whisper we didn’t hear or a sound that drums in our ears and drowns out everything else.”
― Raven Kennedy, Gleam