My mother... she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her.
When you love someone you let them take care of you.
I love you," he whispered, and that was the moment he knew what he was going to do. When you loved someone, you put their needs before your own. No matter how inconceivable those needs were; no matter how fucked up; no matter how much it made you feel like you were ripping yourself into pieces.
Love meant jumping off a cliff and trusting that a certain person would be there to catch you at the bottom.
Until this moment, I had not realized that someone could break your heart twice, along the very same fault lines.
I don't think we get a choice in who we fall for," Ian whispers. "I think we just do.
So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone with your eyes, you drank in the sight of him, you swallowed him whole. Love was substance, broken down and beating through your bloodstream.
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