Taylor

“The German shook his head. “No. No more. I won’t let you down; now stop crying. It makes me nauseous.”
― Mariana Zapata, Kulti

“I’m not crying.” “You are the worst liar I have ever met.” He moved to rub my shoulder. “Why are you upset?” Every time he asked, I somehow managed to cry harder, my body shaking more; there were actual noises coming out of me. “It’s stupid.” “More than likely, but tell me anyway,” he said in a gentle voice.”
― Mariana Zapata, Kulti

“What would I gain from telling you the first moment I realized you were meant to be mine? Nothing. You’re supposed to protect what you love, Sal. You taught me that. I didn’t wake up one day and know I didn’t want to live without your horrible temper. I saw so much of me in you at first, but you aren’t like me at all. You’re you, and I will go to my grave before I let anyone change any part of you. I know that without a doubt in my mind. This,” he pointed between us. “This is what matters.”
― Mariana Zapata, Kulti

“You suck, Meatball," he called out a second before I knew the music was about to start. But I love you, his lips formed.”
― Mariana Zapata, From Lukov with Love