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"Funny story…" he says, but he doesn't go on, just watches me and waits.
He knows how much I love to tell it.

my babies Miles and Daphne♥️🫂how precious you are to me

And things I can't dream up too. The ways it will all go wrong, and the beauty that can only happen in the wake.
A second act I fell into, and the home that I chose, as much as it chose me.
I can't wait. I can't wait for this whole world I've invited to surprise me.

I spent so much time accustoming myself to one kind o surprise-the kind hinging on
disappointments, hurts, small abandonments, and emotional battering-that I'd stopped considering there might be any other.
A surprise, it turns out, is different when it comes from someone who knows and loves you.

I lift my face, and he brushes his nose back and forth against mine. "You're worth it, Daphne," he says, hand soft on my jaw and eyes closed
"Miles?" I whisper.
"Hm?"
"I do," I say. "I do want all those parts of you.”
His eyes open, molten, warm. "Good," he says. "They want you too.”
Then he kisses me. It's perfect.
No, better than that. It's every part of him, at once.

Life isn't a competition, and neither is love, but I'm still the loser.

Maybe, I realize. I've been trying to make myself un-leave-able. But it hasn't worked.

Waiting, for someone who rarely came, feeling worse every time, until finally, I realized that the feelings wouldn't stop until the waiting did.
You can't force a person to show up, but you can learn a lesson when they don't.
Trust people's actions, not their words.
Don't love anyone who isn't ready to love you back.
Let go of the people who don't hold on to you.
Don't wait on anyone who's in no rush to get to you.

"How did it start?" he asks. "The library thing."
cast my mind back, to before grad school, before undergrad even, all the way to the first moment I remember loving a story.
Feeling like I was living it. Being, even as a child, bowled over by how something imaginary could become real, could wring every emotion from me or make me homesick for places I'd never been
"Narnia."

I told her I'd never want her to choose sides.
But honestly, I didn't want it to even feel like a choice. I wanted her to know where she stood.

Life, I'd learned, is a revolving door. Most things that come into it only stay awhile.

“Were you in love with him?"
"Yes," I say. James and I put each other through the kind of reckless passions Gwendolyn once talked about, joy and anger and desire and despair. I am no longer baffled or amazed or embarrassed by it.
"Yes, I was." It's not the whole truth. The whole truth is, I'm in love with him still.
"I knew then, I just pretended not to."
"So did I. So did he. I'm sorry."

“The thing about Shakespeare is, he's so eloquent... He speaks the unspeakable. He turns grief and triumph and rapture and rage into words, into something we can understand. He renders the whole mystery of humanity comprehensible." I stop. Shrug.
"You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."

“In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman."
For a moment, I forgot which line of mine followed. We stared at each other, and the crowd faded around us into indistinct shadow and set dressing. With a jolt I remembered my words, but not quite the right ones.
"Be ruled by me," I said, a few lines too soon.
"Forget to think of her"
URLO

At exactly that moment, Romeo emerged. He seemed almost a mythical figure, Ganymede, caught beautifully between man and boy. I knew it would be James, had guessed as much, but his appearance was no less affecting.
That strange possessive pride washed over me again. Everyone in the room was watching James how could they not? but I was the only one who really knew him, every inch.

For someone who loved words as much as I did, it was amazing how often they failed me.

I was instantly, acutely aware of him.
I opened one eye, reluctant to risk waking him. He'd rolled toward me sometime in the night, and his head was tucked against my shoulder, breath racing down my arm every time he exhaled. The strange sudden thought that I didn't want to move struck me. His warm drowsy weight in the bed beside me felt natural, comfortable, comme il faut.
😭

For a split second he just stared at me, somehow looking impressed and completely revolted at the very same time.
"How do I look?"
"Fucking incredible."

"No modifications?" I frowned, trying to get my head around that.
"Not one." she swore, her eyes glimmering like moonlight for a moment. "This is how I want you." She gazed into my eyes and saw a truth there I had never expected to see. She wanted me. Just the way I was. She was Mr Darcying me right now and I was Bridget Jones in my granny panties bared for her to see and she liked it. She fucking liked it.

“Am I your kind?" she asked curiously and I frowned, shaking my head.
"No, sugar, you're better than my kind. Better than most kinds. You're the best type of kind there is actually.”
cucciolo

I groaned as her power tumbled through my veins like an earthquake. She was nature itself, humming through me and making every hair on my body stand on end.
"Rosa," I choked out and she sighed in response as my own magic rushed under her skin.
"You feel like a waterfall," she said breathily.
"You feel like a fucking landslide." I rolled towards her, intertwining my fingers with hers.

Sin tu si a vita mij come ti amo già
i knew it from the first time i saw you with Orion
il ryder di questa storia

Life was out there.
So Bryce and Hunt ran out to live it.
Together.
♥️

THROUGH LOVE, ALL IS POSSIBLE.❤️‍🩹

He glanced up, bleak fear in his eyes as he said hoarsely. "The last time I took a stand like this, with the Fallen.. it cost me everything." He swallowed hard, but he kept his gaze on her. "But this time I have Bryce Adelaide Quinlan at my side.”
She took his hand in hers. "I've got you, sweetheart," she whispered to him, and his eyes flickered in recognition.
He squeezed her hand back. "Let's light it up.”