Falling_with_the_leaves

“So, you don’t think I’m strange?' he asks after a while.
Suddenly, remembering why we’re in this situation, I snort to show him that I’m in no mood for a serious conversation. 'No. I’m the strange one.'
'No. You’re not.' He’s serious and looking straight at me. 'I think you’re unhappy and don’t know how to handle it.”
― Nikki Rae, Sunshine

“We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.”
― Maya Angelou

“Myles kisses me back, almost hesitating before he does.
But I don’t give him the chance to stop me. It’s like it’s not me doing these things, but some piece of myself that’s been hidden away until now and has taken advantage of my current mental state to emerge. A part of my brain, or heart, or soul that needs to keep my lips moving against his, that’s running my hands through his smooth, soft hair, that’s pressing my body against his.
And it wants more.
For a second, I’m sure Myles is going to pull away, but I push my body harder into him, circling my arms around his waist as his hands stroke my hair gently, like he’s not sure what else he’s supposed to do with them. He’s close. So close I can feel every muscle in his chest, every whisper of a breath he lets in or out.
I don’t know how we end up on the bed...”
― Nikki Rae, Sun Poisoned

“Letting go doesn't mean letting go of his memories. It means letting go of the pain. You get to keep the rest.”
― N.N. Britt, Rapture