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How can something so wrong feel so right?
Before there was anything, there was Lochan.
And I know how he feels–it’s so good it hurts.
How-how can we make it against the whole world?
The sight of such aching beauty would infuse his soul with pain.
It's always nice being wanted. Even if it's by the wrong person.
Being together, we harm nobody; being apart, we extinguish ourselves.
What else could he possibly have done? What choices did he ever have?
Otherwise I'll fall apart. I'm going to fall apart. I am falling apart.
If I move, if I speak, if I so much as blink, I'm going to lose this battle.
He is my soul mate, my fresh air, the reason I look forward to getting up every morning.
He will think Lochan wasn't loved, but he was, more deeply than most people are in a lifetime.
At what point do you give up - decide enough is enough? There is only one answer really. Never.
I mean, at the end of the day, what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it can't be you?
Nothing can relieve the pain. Not crying, laughing, screaming, begging. Nothing can change the past.
And this is something I must accept - even if, like acid on metal, it is slowly corroding me inside.
...and my loneliness, always my loneliness - that airless bubble of despair that is slowing stifling me.
Get through today – you can fall apart tomorrow. Get through tomorrow, you can fall apart the day after . . .
Out of the millions and millions of people that inhabit this planet, he is one of the tiny few I can never have.
The words fire from my mouth like bullets, ricocheting off the walls before I can even register what I'm saying.
You cannot undo the past; you can only learn to live with it, find some way of making peace with it, and move on.
I am overcome by a feeling of complete detachment. I am a mere object to these people. I am barely human any more.
You've always been my best friend, my soul mate, and now I've fallen in love with you too. Why is that such a crime?
At the age of five she has already come to terms with one of the life's harshest lessons: that the world isn't fair.
This is the definition of happiness: a whole day stretching out ahead of me, beautiful in its emptiness and simplicity.
As the light begins to intensify, so does my misery, and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong.
If I keep breathing, then I have to keep living, and if I keep living, then I have to keep hurting, and I can't - not like this.
Lochie. The boy I once loved. The boy I still love. The boy I will continue to love, even when my part in this world is over too.
I've never seen anyone sleep with their head hanging off the back of a wooden chair before - was the couch not comfortable enough for you?
Trying to describe my life and feelings to you is like trying to describe coulours to the blind, or music to the deaf. It's simply not possible.
But I don't want to be fine, not if it means she's going to let go of my hand; not if it means we're going to go back to being polite strangers.
She can't just be a face, a body; there has to be more than that, some kind of connection. And I can't connect, don't want to connect, with anyone.
At the end of the day it's about how much you can bear, how much you can endure. Being together, we harm nobody; being apart, we extinguish ourselves.
There are no laws, no boundaries on feelings.We can love each other as much and as deeply as we want.No one, Maya, no one can ever take that away from us.
Anyway, what does mad mean exactly?" Rami added quickly "Aren't we all a little mad? Don't we have to be somehat mad just to go on living, to go on hoping?
And I know how he feels—it’s so good it hurts. I think I’m going to die from happiness. I think I’m going to die from pain. Time has stopped; time is racing.
It's horrible being ashamed of someone you care about; it eats away at you. And if you let it get to you, if you give up the fight and surrender, eventually that shame turns to hate.
I would give anything to escape myself, Flynn thought, just for a day, just for a minute even. Just to know what it was like to think differently, to feel differently, and to not be me.
only a matter of time before it broke through our fragile web of denial, forcing us to confront the truth and acknowledge who we are: two people in love – a love that nobody else could possibly understand.
I don't know when it started - this thing - bit it's growing, muffling me, suffocating me like poison ivy. I grew into it. It grew into me. We blurred at the edges, became an amorphous, seeping, crawling thing.
I can’t tell you. I can’t tell you of all people. Throughout my life you were the one person I could turn to. The one person I could always count on to understand. And now that I’ve lost you, I’ve lost everything.
Even though I'm surrounded by pupils, there is the invisible screen screen between us, and behind the glass wall I am screaming - screaming in my own silence, screaming to be noticed, to be befriended, to be liked.
Willa’s big blue eyes, Willa’s dimpled-cheeked smile. Tiffin’s shaggy blond mane, Tiffin’s cheeky grin. Kit’s yells of excitement, Kit’s glow of pride. Maya’s face, Maya’s kisses, Maya’s love. Maya, Maya, Maya . . .
Time has stopped; time is racing. Lochie's lips are rough yet smooth, hard yet gentle. His fingers are strong: I feel them in my hair and on my neck and down my arms and against my back. And I never want him to let me go.
Family: the most important thing of all. My siblings may drive me crazy at times but they are my blood. They’re all I’ve known. My family is me. They are my life. Without them I walk the planet alone. Forbidden, Tabitha Suzuma
Do I realy regret that night? That one moment of joy beyond compare – some people never experience it in a lifetime. But the downside to that taste of pure happiness is that,like a drug, a glimmer of paradise, it leaves you craving more.
He shakes his head with a slow smile. You'd better be right. If the phone rings, I'm unpluggining it, I swear to God-“ You'd do that to your five-year-old sister?“ I gasp in mock outrage. For one whole night alone? Jesus, Maya, I'd sell her to the gypsies!
But whichever form it took it brought with it, in those moments of bitter anguish, such a desperate surge of hope that it was almost untouchable, and flitted away like a golden butterfly into the bright blue sky - beautiful, unreachable and completely transistent.
I feel like I'm going crazy: seeing you every day but never being able to - to hold you, to touch you when anyone else is around. i just want to take your hand, kiss you, hug you, without having to hide all the time. All those things every other couple takes for granted!
I want to tell her that I can't pull her down. I want to tell her that she has to let go of my hand in order to swim. I want to tell her that she must live her own life. But I sense she already knows that these options are open to her. And that she, too, has made her choice.