Conquer Your Love

You can forget what people said and did, but you never forget how they made you feel. You can forgive the people who hurt you, but you will remember what they taught you.

Love happens in the blink of an eye. One moment your heart is yours, and the next it belongs to someone you never intended to give it to. There is no transition. No earning on his part. Just foolish trust and hope for a future of happiness and emotional fulfillment. As much as we hope for a happily ever after, life doesn't work that way.

I'd do anything for you. You know that?" he whispered into my ear. "If you fell, I'd hold you. If you were afraid, I'd wrap my arms around you and take away your fears. I'd die to keep you safe but more than anything I'd do whatever it takes to keep you by my side. For you I'd conquer anything, everything, anytime.

I Don't want someone who's perfect because I'm not perfect. I want someone who's real; someone who complements me rather than completes me.

Don’t ever trust a guy with a Southern accent, a lazy smile, and a casual stance, because he’s about to sneak his way into your panties without even trying.

To love someone so deeply is to risk losing yourself forever. Once I admitted my feelings to him, there was no going back—no hope to ever make my heart complete without him

I'm still thinking of you. Even though everything's messed up, I still want you by my side. I still want to be with you, within you, inside you, hearing you panting my name.

The hardest part was acknowledging I might never see you again. Realizing how much you mean to me and how much I'd miss your pretty face every morning and night. Realizing all the things I didn't do with you and might never get a chance to. But I think most of the pain came from the realization that the time we spent together was not enough for me and I couldn't force you to feel the same.

Every story has an ending. You can’t stop after one chapter just because you don’t know how it ends

I hated him, loved him, wanted him, and yet I wished him away. So many conflicting emotions of wants and needs. So much fear. Not because of him, but because of myself—of how deep my feelings and desires were running, and how much I would fall if I happened to lose my grip.

The trials of our lives make us strong, determined to succeed, to be different, both in body and spirit.

Sweetie, love's meant to be shared. Maybe it won't last forever. But who cares? Every story has an ending. You can't stop after one chapter just because you don't know how it ends. If you love him, you should at least give it a chance. I think a life without sharing love is hell in itself. What's worse than loss?

He dominated everything: my thoughts, my space, even the air I breathed.

He had destroyed and shattered my love only to conquer it again.

Love is when you'd rather be hurt than hurt the one you love.

Why can't they just mark it P for positive and a smiley for not pregnant?" -Sylvie

I care enough for you to let you go," he whispered. "But I'll never stop protecting you

It’s never over. Not until every fight has been lost. And for you, I’d fight.

I’m my true self when I’m with you. I feel like I don’t have to hide.

were true, then they needed each other just as much as they needed air to breathe. “Mr. Mayfield—Jett?

I'd do anything for you. You know that?" he whispered into my ear. "If you fell, I'd hold you. If you were afraid, I'd wrap my arms around you and take away your fears. I'd die to keep you by my side. For you I'd conquer anything, everything, anytime.

The trials of our lives make us strong, determined to succeed, to be different, both in body and in spirit.

moved—confident and yet reserved. She had talked to him on a deeper level, touching something he had thought untouchable. His initial intention had been different though. His agenda had been to make her fall for him, not through words, but through actions and sex, lots of the

latter, because he had wanted something she had. Not for himself, but for the man

and for the company to which he owed everything. But events took a couple

I don’t want someone who’s perfect because I’m not perfect. I want someone who’s real; someone who complements me rather than completes me.

turns he didn’t expect. When the plan backfired, she disappeared. A shadow belonging

to the past: gone but not forgotten. For the past hour he had

been staring at the cell phone, leaving him a tangled mess of fury and

frustration. And more pain, which caused even more anger. How stupid of her to go and not listen