Liphéo

“Older doesn’t translate to wiser, and age doesn’t guarantee answers.” He cradled my cheek in his palm as I nuzzled into his touch. “With age, comes certainty. You grow to know exactly what you want. But that doesn’t always mean it’s wise or right, and then that certainty becomes a curse.” “What are you certain about?” I swallowed, my fingers curling into his T-shirt. Reed continued to massage his palm up and down my spine as his eyes glassed over with sentiment. His lashes fluttered, and he exhaled through his nose, whispering back, “I’m certain it’s going to hurt like hell when this is over.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, Older