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Do not ask me How much i love yeu? I will not be able to answer yeu that in words

I took a thousand breaths But none Could efface the one that smelled of you

Come to me in the dark, bring me all of your scars. I want to know every crack in your heart, every ache, every memory that haunts you. I want to see the realness in your face, the way your eyes stay light even when you talk of pain, and the way your lips are uneven when you smile. The grooves carved into your soul have made you beautiful and I want to run my fingers across the etches. I know people cover wounds and disguise their damage, but this is what makes you, you, and I want to know you. I want to sink inside of you and feel your depth. Don’t protect me from your story. We all have a story and I’m tired of drowning alone.

He never believed in miracles until he met her.

Oh please, forget the words. Just turn and walk away. Don’t make me leave in your shadow. Don’t make me wanna stay.

Kiss me hard, let your wetness linger along my lips. I want to drown against you, our bodies woven together and raging in ecstatic synchrony. I don’t want to lie in an easy, hollow embrace. I want to feel the hunger emanating from you. I want the desire to swallow me. I want it to hurt. I want you to show me that this matters. That we matter. That you would risk it all for me. Love me with everything you have or don’t love me at all.

Nine years of nurtured anger tangled with this thing. This gripping attraction and wistfulness—a deep missing of this woman from my life.

No I don't love you. A part of me just dies whenever you go faraway from me.

Run your fingers across my skin, slowly. Tear down my layers. I want to feel you within. Life is unpredictable. I have been afraid. I have been sad. I have been disappointed. But I don’t want to live behind walls of safety, because I have been hurt. I want to feel your skin against mine and your fingers wandering across me. I want our lives to intertwine dangerously, our essences naked and colliding in reckless passion. I don’t want to exist trapped behind a wall, observing life as an outsider from a window seat. I want you to strip me down layer by layer and hold me from the inside out.

If it doesn't hurt then it's not love'' -Swapna Rajput

The longer she was around him the harder it would be to let go when it finally came to an end. And with Kyle everything came to an end eventually.

She was like a drug and he was letting her get back in his system just by standing there with her.

That's exactly what it would be to fall in love with him again; pure trouble and a twice broken heart.

Smelling the hint of his cologne. Hearing his voice speak her name. It was like reopening a cut you thought already healed and pouring salt directly into it.

He had never felt so ill-at-ease on a date in his life. Then again, going on a date with your best friend was a delicate matter. He had to proceed with the utmost care and caution.

I had to leave before all those great times we had turned to shit. In my world good things don't last. And great things, things like what we had, sure as hell don't. I was saving us both from a lot of heartache down the road.

Looking at his bare chest and perfectly chiseled abs did not settle the twist in her gut or the flutter of her heart at her recent acceptance that she still loved the man. One kiss and it all came back, washing over her in an overwhelming wave.

Something told her to get off the plane and come after him. At the time she thought that something was the need to get one last kiss. But now it looked a lot like it was some unexplained intuition that was telling her he was in deep shit.

she felt the same deep connection he did. It had always been there and it seemed that the time spent apart had done nothing to snuff it.

You could crush me right now if you walked away, but I would survive because I would know that I gave it everything I had.