Lucy Score

When you love someone, when you really care about them, nothing is more important to you than seeing them happy.

Tell me you want me. Tell me I can have you.”

“Take me, Aiden.”

I love when you look at me like that,” he gritted out the words.

“Like what?”

“Like I’m the center of your universe.”

Don’t argue about not belonging to me. I belong to you. I’m yours. All in, remember? It goes both ways.”

I love him so much it scares me,”

I love him so much I can’t breathe because I feel like a piece of me is missing.”

I know very little about your personality.”

Maybe it was as simple as that. Loving someone, forgiving someone. Maybe it was about showing up and being strong enough to take the hurt

“Can I get you a drink?” Rude Sex Hair was back.
“I don’t know. Can you?” I shot back.
“We’re fresh out of the blood of children, Satan. How about something that matches your personality?” She was saying the words nicely. Sweetly even.
“I’ll have a—”
“Unsweetened iced tea,” she filled in for me.
Bitter. Boring. Bland.
“Is this one of those places where you pay people to be assholes to you?” I asked my mother.
“Oh, honey. I’m doing this for free.”

If there was one thing I hated more in this life than being wrong, it was not knowing what the hell I was doing in the first place.