We can't be friends we can’t be lovers we can't be together and we can't be strangers . . . What're we then? If I learn to love you less, will you love me more? It kills me that you chose him . . . Why go back to what shrunk your soul? Is he really so great? Is he that much better than me? Is what you two have together that much more special than what we have? . . . I can’t live without you here. And you are so far away from me now. I thought we were soul t

What I wouldn’t give to run my fingers up and down her bare back again To feel her skin on my skin Her lips on my lips Her hips moving with my hips Her little moans and how she says my name as I thrust myself deep inside of her And what I wouldn’t give to feel her cum again to lay there with her afterwards grateful for her I’d trade away everything I own just to hear her moan To throw her legs over my shoulders and slowly slip inside of her gently taking her before ta

We started with some natural chemistry, talking to each other as easily as we breathe. Then came the attraction. She was stunning, too bright to see clearly. The beaker turned foggy, as we turned up the heat. It was only a matter of time until we had to meet. She flew across the country to see me, the fantasy attempting to bridge with reality. But when she wrapped her legs around me, we begin to melt into each other, and where I begin and she ends,

Remember, Kid, don’t ever mistake someone's uncertainty for your inadequacy. Some people can love you and still run from you. They can crave connection and still choose distance. They can think of you daily and still never reach out. They can feel guilt yet never apologize. They can want stability yet create chaos. They can feel the safest alone yet fear being forgotten. Some people can love you deeply but

I suppose this is the part of the story when the main character picks himself up and carries on . . . This when he lets go of the pain that is devouring his insides, and heals. This is the part in the story when he doesn't give up, but learns some sort of valuable lesson instead. Yeah . . . That's probably what he should do. He should move on. He really should try to forget about her, and learn to live without her around. He doesn't do this to get her back. He does this to

Without you my life is the sky with no sun Without you my life is the winter with no christmas Without you my life is an empty picture frame Without you my life is a river run dry Without you my life has no music Without you my life is an empty bed Without you my eyes can’t see Without you I can’t taste anything Without you these days pass by and they mean nothing

Gina lost her daughter, And it almost killed her; So she learned not to need anyone, Because she didn't think she could survive losing someone she needs again. “To bear the unbearable,” she told me. “To dance the undanceable . . .” A single tear rolled down her face. “I don't want to look anyone in the eyes and know that I need them ever again.” Her daughter was four years old when she passed. “To love someone is to know you'll lose them some day,” she said. “. . . I loved he

Do you guys remember when Stan Lee was asked if it was all worth it? He said, “I’d give it all up just for one more day with her.” I was a kid with big dreams back then, I didn’t understand what the hell he was talking about. But now, After meeting her, I get it. I get it, Stan. I would too. CH 12/14/25

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