I wanted to press every bit of me against him. I wanted to will something into him. I wanted to give him every bit of life I felt and force him to live.
JOJO MOYESI wanted to press every bit of me against him. I wanted to will something into him. I wanted to give him every bit of life I felt and force him to live.
JOJO MOYESJust hold on. Just for a minute.” “Are you all right ?” I found my gaze dropping towards his chair, afraid some part of him was pinched, or trapped, that I had got something wrong.
JOJO MOYESI had that. I could almost feel the miles between us shrinking, as if we were at two ends of some invisible elastic thread.
JOJO MOYESI thought anything might happen if I wasn’t vigilant. I didn’t eat. I didn’t go out. I didn’t want to see anyone. But I survived, Paul.
JOJO MOYESAnd it was suddenly very simple: There was no choice.
JOJO MOYESI can’t do this because I can’t…I can’t be the man I want to be with you. And that means that this – this just becomes…another reminder of what I am not.
JOJO MOYESI had practiced not saying anything the whole way from the airport, and it was still nearly killing me.
JOJO MOYESYou make me happy, even when you’re awful. I would rather be with you – even the you that you seem to think is diminished – than with anyone else in the world.
JOJO MOYESif you had your mother at your back, you’d be okay. Some deep-rooted part of you would know you were loved. That you deserved to be loved.
JOJO MOYESI know there are all sorts of reasons I shouldn’t even be saying what I am. But I love you. I do. I knew it when I left Patrick. And I think you might even love me a little bit.
JOJO MOYESI frowned at the list. “So… I’ll go back and tell the Traynors that I’m going to get their suicidal quadriplegic son drunk, spend their money on strippers and lap dancers, and then trundle him off to the Disability Olympics-
JOJO MOYESI just tried to be, tried to absorb the man I loved through osmosis, tried to imprint what I had left of him on myself. I did not speak.
JOJO MOYES…I told him a story of two people. Two people who shouldn’t have met, and who didn’t like each other much when they did, but who found they were the only two people in the world who could possibly have understood each other.
JOJO MOYESThat old hangover is just toying with you, working out when to bite.
JOJO MOYESThe only thing Jess really cared about were those two children and letting them know they were okay. Because even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you,
JOJO MOYESSome mistakes… Just have greater consequences than others. But you don’t have to let the result of one mistake be the thing that defines you.
JOJO MOYES