Status Updates From Unas vacaciones de muerte

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You’re inside me for good too, Taylor. From the first second I saw you to the last second I’m given. Stay with me. Watch me prove it.

One day we’ll merge your fringed throw pillows with my functional man $h!t and we’ll be in one place. Our place. When you’re ready.

If we’re going to share a bed - and by if I mean when - you’ll be too worn out to wear anything but whisker burns and the top sheet.

You’ve written me off. Okay. Tell me you feel something for me and I’ll write myself back in. I’ll bust my @$$ doing it.

You made me remember I love Boston. Because you reminded me of what home feels like. You made me call my brother. Because you made me remember what love feels like. I’m not walking away from you. We’re going to fight until we meet in the middle, Taylor. End of story.

I hope his long hair gets stuck in a toaster.

Savage.

I mean, not in a way that he gets electrocuted. Just in a way that is inconvenient and embarrassing.

What sounds better to you? Going back on the road like some damaged desperado? Or moving in with your teacher and waking up naked with her?

Taylor wants to get married. Be a parent. Settle down and be happy.

Sounds terrible. Who wants to be happy? Gross.

… this woman who is in my head and under my skin and - might as well face it - buying up real estate in my heart, is done with me. I behaved like an @$$hole.

Anything worth doing inspires fear.

When there are politics and corruption involved in a case, there are inevitable casualties. And I’ll be d@mned if my Taylor is going to be one of them.

Maybe you need someone to give you slow and sweet. So you know you’re capable of it. So you know you deserve it.

Myles is 34.

Our version of a breakfast burrito is basically everything that was in the tacos last night except the tortilla is soft and we add eggs. Taylor never lets leftovers go to waste.

I like being around Myles because I know exactly what I’m getting. He doesn’t lie. Ever. And so when he says something meaningful or kind or complimentary, it’s like … Christmas morning.

The bounty hunter is messing with your head?

He’s like eating a spicy breakfast burrito after years of having oatmeal for breakfast.

Knowing Myles, he probably hasn’t eliminated the ocean as a suspect.

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Every once in a while, a guy comes along that throws you off balance, but you’ll find your footing again.

there is an unseen collar around my neck, put there in the name of self-preservation

That’s not just a bitter pill to swallow, the d@mn thing is stuck in my throat.

Myles adds enough hot sauce to his taco to kill a goat.

Myles is mean and rough - actually more like serrated - around the edges and spectacularly crass.

I have no reason to believe I could suddenly be good at relationships.