A Lewis

“What no one tells you is that when someone you love dies, you lose them twice. Once to death, the second time to acceptance, and you don’t walk that long, dark passage between the two alone. Grief takes every shuffling, unwilling step with you, offering a seductive bouquet of memories that can only blossom south of sanity. You can stay there, nose buried in the petals of the past. But you’re never really alive again.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Burned

“Like any southern woman would do. I choose to bury my feelings in carbs. There’s no problem carbs cannot fix.

I can be my awkward, unsophisticated, tongue-tied self, but by god I’ll do it with cheesy carbs in my blood stream.”
― V. Theia, It Was Love

“Even the idea of not being in his life was a big enough pain to steal my breath.”
― V. Theia, It Was Love

“I know what he tasted like now, it’s less than twenty-four hours ago his tongue thrusted down my throat licking my kidneys.”
― V. Theia, It Was Love