Kristin

“So, you wanna know what I want? I want it all. I want to be in love so much it hurts. The frissons. The pin pricks. The mind-blowing sex. The connection. And I want to be married with kids I adore and a husband who makes me feel safe, sexy, smart, secure, silly, serious, salacious, sinful, serene, satisfied. I want someone who makes me laugh until milk comes out of my nose (only I don’t drink milk). I want to finish someone’s sentences. I want to believe in someone, in something, in a future that’s not just about laundry and soccer practice and subdivisions and minivans and guilt-tripping grandparents. I want to make someone a better person. I want to be a good example. I want to love some kids into the world. I want someone who stimulates my brain as much as my body. I want to taste everything and go everywhere. I want to give and I want to get. I want too much and I want it all in one person.”
― Bill Shapiro, Other People's Love Letters: 150 Letters You Were Never Meant to See

“This is what it means to be in the middle of love, I thought. Being in the middle of love is like being in the middle of a war zone.”
― Tiffanie DeBartolo, How to Kill a Rock Star

“I was looking for someplace to store all the things I was feeling - the friction, the contradictions, the unmerciful truth - but my heart, my soul, my eyes and ears and even my toes were locking their doors. They wouldn't let me in. For safety reasons. I had no choice but the throw the feelings away.”
― Tiffanie DeBartolo, How to Kill a Rock Star

“I still love him," I whisper. "I screwed everything up. And I love him. And I'm worried that even if I can get him to forgive me, I'm still not good enough for him."
"You're good enough," Chantal, says.
"But I'm a mess. And he's a doctor."
"You're good enough," she says again.
"What if he doesn't think so?"
"Then you come home, P. And I'll tell you why he's wrong.”
― Carley Fortune, Every Summer After