#gel

She said nothing for a moment, unsure what exactly to say. She loved him with every breath she took. She would do anything for him. How could she word her affections? Moisture assembled in her eyes, and, to her surprise, a tear trickled down her cheek. There were many things she’d like to say, but she didn’t know how. ↗

— Rachel M. Greenebaum

#angelica-graceace #char-wales #the-wales-boy #love

When Ragnuk killed you, I looked for you everywhere. But you didn't come back. For decades I looked for you, terrified the angels were punishing me for letting you die alone. I thought that you'd never come back to me--that I'd lost you forever. ↗

— Courtney Allison Moulton

#love #love

You’re doing it again,” he said. “Doing what?” I asked, wondering if I had done something wrong. “Melting my heart with your smile,” he said. ↗

— Mary Ting

#claudia #love #michael #smile #love

Once, my mother told a whole host of angels that she’d rather die than go back to a man she didn’t love. ↗

— Brenna Yovanoff

#lilith #love #love

A man in love can do extraordinary things," Xavier said. " i don't care if you're an angel, you're my angel, and i won't let you go. ↗

— Alexandra Adornetto

#love

He looks like an angel, sings like an angel. He found my breaking heart and coaxed it into a new rhythm. ↗

— Angela Morrison

#heartbreak #love #rhythm #love

hanging out the window, Amber blew her a kiss. a lump the size of a fist clogged Heather's throat, while a breeze from th sea pushed her thick hair away from her face. tears trickled unchecked down her cheeks. ↗

— Lurlene McDaniel

#love #love

I've heard the saying you can't miss what you never had. Only I did. The disappointment hurt ↗

— Wendy Higgins Sweet Evil

#hurt #love #sweet-evil #love

I do love America. And LA is a very short commute to America its like half an hour on the plane. ↗

— Craig Ferguson

#america #los-angeles #love

It was him. He'd traded his coat and tails for jeans and a tight Abercrombie and Fitch tee, but it was him. I would have known him anywhere. I blinked slowly, believing he was a mirage. A very handsome mirage. But I didn't have the power to dream cute boys into life. When he didn't disappear, part of my heart sang and part of it worried that I'd never be the same again... Oh, I never would be the same again. ↗

— Gwen Hayes

#dreams