Fighting for Flight

Raven, a little later we can play Titanic" he calls over his shoulder. "I'll yell iceberg and you can go down.

If I flip a coin, what are the chances I'll get head?

When God hands you a gift, you don’t push it away and tell him ‘later'.

You, Raven Morretti, are mine. Doesn’t matter if you’re a virgin or an alien. What you’ve told me changes nothing. Not. One. Thing.

You’re like that single wild flower that grows from the crack in the pavement: miraculous growth with no water source or fertile soil. A person walking by would step around that flower to avoid crushing it. It’s not like the field of wild flowers you tromp through carelessly, crushing them under your feet, knowing that the next day will bring a hundred more.

I’ll always hold you when you’re scared.” He softly kisses my jaw. “Comfort you when you’re sad.” His lips brush against my cheeks. “Take care of you when you’re sick.” Tilting my head back, he kisses my forehead. He bends down and his hazel eyes narrow into mine. “I’ll make it my life’s mission to make up for every second you were neglected.

The best thing that ever happened to me shows up in coveralls and a pair of Chucks when I least expect it. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her.

This whole time I thought I was living. But the day I met you, the lights came on

Fighting gave me my breath, but you brought me back to life.

I almost lost you." "No, never. I would've fought. However long it took. I'd never give up until I was free. You're my life, Jonah. My family, my love, my best friend. Nothing, not even destiny, could keep me from you." He leans forward and brushes his lips against mine. "Okay.

Eve is gorgeous, and she gets plenty of attention from guys, but her taste is selective. She only dates complete jerks.

I thought I had my life mapped out, thought I had it together. Then you came along and flipped my world on its head. You make me want things I never knew I needed.

I’ll make it my life’s mission to make up for every second you were neglected.

Okay.' 'My gorgeous girl and her ‘okays.

You're unlike anyone I've ever known. You're kind, smart, funny, gracious...hell, you even laugh at Blake's jokes. I want you. And that includes everything that makes you who you are.

You kick ass with a microwave, baby. Don’t sell yourself short.

Sanity gone, fan-girl lust-buckets owning and operating my mind, I bite back an audible swoon.

Baby, I promise you that you’ll never want for physical contact again.” His big, strong hands hold my head and he leans his forehead against mine. “I’ll always hold you when you’re scared.” He softly kisses my jaw. “Comfort you when you’re sad.” His lips brush against my cheeks. “Take care of you when you’re sick.” Tilting my head back, he kisses my forehead. He bends down and his hazel eyes narrow into mine. “I’ll make it my life’s mission to make up for every second you were neglected.

Surviving is nothing to be ashamed of. It’s something to be proud of.

When God hands you a gift, you don’t push it away and tell him ‘later’.

Tears born of laughter feel so much better than those born from pain.

The guy’s operation was locked up tighter than a Royce Gracie shoulder hold. This little situation was the Golden Goose taking a big fat dump right in their laps.

you, Raven Moretti, are mine. Doesnt matter if your a virgin or an alien. What you've told me changes nothing. Not. One. Thing! -Jonah Slade

If only everything were like that. It's not easy to do: owning and accepting the pain of our past, the heartbreak, our misgivings, and using them for good. Make our lives better not in spite of it all...but because of it.