Sara Troxell

“I want to kiss you, Story. I want the whole fucking world to know you’re mine. I want it cast in stone.”
― Mary Catherine Gebhard, Stolen Soulmate

“Don't you know me, Sophia?" came his anguished whisper. He shocked her by sinking to the floor and clutching handfuls of her skirts, his dark head buried against her knees.
She was dumbstruck as she stared at the hands tangled in her skirts. A harsh sob lodged in her throat as she touched the back of his left hand. There was a small, star-shaped scar in the center. It was the same scar that John had gotten in childhood, when he had carelessly brushed it against a fireplace iron still hot from the coals. Tears continued to slip down her cheeks, and she covered the mark with her own hand.
His head lifted, and he stared at her with eyes that she now recognized were exactly like her own. "Please," he whispered.
"It's all right," she said unsteadily. "I believe you, John. I do know you. I should have seen it at once, but you are much changed."
He responded with a sorrowful growl, struggling to contain his feelings.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Lady Sophia's Lover

“I don’t want us to be something that only exists in the dark, in the cracks, in the places people don’t want to look or talk about.”
― Mary Catherine Gebhard, Stolen Soulmate

“you are everything everywhere...my spirit rises up in your light, my heart blossoms in your colors, and my soul is born into your shade”
― Bodhi Smith, Bodhi Simplique Impressionist Photography and Insights