Coast

I’m here now, and I’m not letting you go until I give you everything I am … And if it’s still not enough, if you still won’t believe me, then I’ll keep trying. Over and over. Until you realize that you could have come to me shattered, broken, in an infinite of pieces, and I would’ve made you whole. I would have loved you. Every damaged piece of you. In all ways and for always.

You’re not just a girl to me and you never have been. If you need me to prove that to you, I will. If you want me to fight for you, I will. If you want me to go to war for you, I fucking will. You know that. Somewhere, deep in here” – he places his hand on my chest and my eyes snap open, meeting his – “you know I would. But you need to give me a sign so I know that it’s not for nothing. You have to give me something. I can’t go through that heartache again.

Are you planning on coming out and kissing me any time soon? Or should I just stab myself in the chest, rip out my heart, and leave it out in the open?

If you want to learn what someone fears losing, watch what they photograph.” - Unknown.

We loved in ways that can’t be explained, hurt in ways that can’t be justified.

I would love nothing more than to be your hero, Becca Owens.

We fall. We get back up. We kick. We push. Again and again. Because the joy of success is greater than the depression of failure.

He wears his pain on his sleeves, and hides his joys in his heart, because he’s so damn terrified of losing them. And maybe that’s why you clash sometimes, because you’re the opposite, Becca. You only share your joy, while you hide your pain. And, maybe, if you can both find a way to balance that, you’ll find the coast.

I hate him. I love him. I hate that I love him.

For her, true happiness means you, Warden.

We filled our days with porch-step kisses, filled our ears with three-year-old laughter, and filled our hearts with love. Deep, soul-aching, desperate love.

I knew in my heart that without her, I’d never be able to coast.

Because it’s not fair that you should have to love me broken, especially when I can never make you whole.

I met a girl with raven dark hair and eyes the color of emeralds…

She rolls her eyes. “Of all the women you see in your travels, you can’t wait to come home to me?” “You’ll always be my number one girl,” I joke, and her eyes roll higher.

love means nothing. It’s an invisible, fleeting moment. Somewhere between false adoration and pure hatred comes an emotion, a vulnerable need, a single desire. It lives within the ones who miss it, who crave it, who know better than to expect it. Love is relentless, even when the love turns to hate, turns to loathing, turns to death. ~

I missed you every day, Becs.

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, if I should die before I wake, I pray in heaven I can skate.

My Heart. My World. My Coast. My Becca.

The moment I fell in love with her. She made me feel weightless, feel free, feel airborne. So I kicked, and I pushed, and for the past year, that’s all I’ve been doing because it didn’t feel the same and I knew in my heart that without her, I’d never be able to coast.

Tears escape from my eyes, wetting my cheeks. They fall onto our hands, the same time I fall into him. “I love you,” I mouth. He quirks an eyebrow. “Olive juice?

And if it’s still not enough, if you still won’t believe me, then I’ll keep trying. Over and over. Until you realize that you could have come to me shattered, broken, in an infinite of pieces, and I would’ve made you whole. I would have loved you. Every damaged piece of you. In all ways and for always.” Tears escape from my eyes, wetting my cheeks. They fall onto our hands, the same time I fall into him. “I love you,” I mouth. He quirks an eyebrow. “Olive juice?

I kissed him that day, his lips warm and soft across my mouth. The taste of his kiss forever scarred on my lips, lips that have longed for him.

If I am the land, and Josh is the sea, then Tommy is the shore that completes us.