“But Ash, I can’t continue to want you from a distance. To love you and not have you. I’d end up in jail if anyone tried to touch you and God forbid you tried to date someone.”

I know this because I understand now what love really feels like. The kind that consumes you. Love holds the power to break you. It holds the power to complete you.

Things worth having don’t come easy,” Woods said. “You have to fight for it until you’re tired of fighting, and then you take a breather and fight some more.” He squeezed my shoulder. “Don’t give up. You’ll regret it.

There was something in her eyes that drew me in. I wanted to make the sadness she tried to hide go away.” -Cage York

Love shouldn’t make our choices for us; it should just add importance to our choices.

I don’t want to lose you. I’m in love with you Blaire. I’ve never wanted anything or anyone the way I want you. I can’t imagine my world now without you in it.

Sleeping on it didn’t make accepting it any easier. It seemed like a really bad dream.

When you love someone, you can’t lie to them. It hurts to much. It’s a deception that goes too deep.

I’d walked too close to heaven and gotten a glimpse. The hell I’d lived before her no longer appealed to me.

You said everything I needed to hear. I’m hooked now. You have me. What are you going to do with me?

I don’t want to beg or promise you things I can’t give you. There isn’t much of me to give, but what I have is yours. This is all up to you, Sadie. If you want me, I’m yours. If you can’t do this, then I’ll walk away and leave you alone. I swear.

I just bared my soul to you and all I get is an ‘okay’?

Please. Forgive me. One more chance, Blaire. I want this. I want you.

I wanted to live. For the father and brother who I never knew and for my mother who was cheated of a life of happiness. I wanted to live for them. And I wanted to live for me.

I got this.” Dank Walker

She was the rock in a world that was crumbling

Loosing you would be the only thing that could destroy me

You could move.’ —“Dear Abby” responds to a reader who complained that a gay couple was moving in across the street and wanted to know what he could do to improve the quality of the neighborhood.

Fighting fire with fire only gets you ashes!

Ash, I want you. Bad, very very bad. But you deserve better than this

Glory comes too late when we are nought but ashes.

Is there a chance? A fragment of light at the end of the tunnel? A reason to fight? Is there a chance you may change your mind? Or are we ashes and wine?

Never shall I forget those moments that murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to ashes.

Then I will speak upon the ashes.

Hidden in the ashes, of a fallen building lays a child’s family photo, with whom he could never unite in life.