#roman

Hey, where are you going?" His voice, confused yet curious, called after me. "Hey. Why didn't your mother name you Maybe, or We'll see, or What's-Your-Number? That way, we could call our first born Absolutely. ↗

— Linda Kage

#romance #teenage-love #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

In answer to a question you asked me not a long ago, a question I didn’t answer at the time…it is worth it. Love is a perilous dance too, you see. And if we stop dancing, we’ll die. Don’t ever stop dancing. ↗

— Kate Avery Ellison

#heart #love #romance #love

Aku memejamkan mata, berusaha menemukanmu di sana. Apakah kamu juga terjaga dengan mimpi yang sama? ↗

— Robin Wijaya

#puitis #romance #love

Ryan Refereeing to Ian Somerhold: He Shits too, you know ↗

— Tina Reber

#love-unrehearsed #romance #ryan-christensen #taryn-mitchell #love

When lovers kiss on the cheeks, it is because they are searching, feeling for one another's lips. Lovers are made by a kiss. ↗

— Émile Zola

#love #lovers #romance #love

If he was planning to attack and ravish, he gave no indication of being in a hurry to do so. ↗