For You

Since I was three, there’s never been a day when I wasn’t in love with you.

The only precious things in life breathe.

Romeo and Juliet, say they didn’t die but Juliet got pissed and took off. Everyone would know it was Romeo and Juliet, would always be Romeo and Juliet, even if later Romeo hooked up with Nancy. No one ever heard of Nancy, doesn’t even sound right, Romeo and Nancy. Everyone knows Romeo’s meant to be with Juliet. Even if Romeo loved Nancy, Nancy would always know she was never Juliet

An Omelet a la Feb,” she corrected him. “I can’t say that,” he told her. “Why not?” “I’m a man, Feb. I don’t say shit like, ‘a la’ anything.

Trusting someone nice to you doesn’t make you a moron. It makes the person who fucked you over an asshole.

Hurts, doesn’t it?” I asked. “What?” “Keepin’ your mouth shut for once.

We’d been back together for four days. I thought that was pretty much the definition of ‘too soon’. Then again, we’d known each other for thirty-nine years and that was undeniably the definition of ‘about fucking time’.

Like it right now or not, Feb, couple days ago, you gave yourself back to me. You think I’m lettin’ that go, think again because, baby, you’re fucking wrong.

Okay, is it me, or is anyone else having a problem with deciding whether to have a heart attack or an orgasm?” Meems asked. “Orgasm,” Jessie said instantly. “Yep, same here,” Dee put in.

It was nostalgic in that painful way nostalgia could be

Lonely’s a different kind of pain, it doesn’t hurt as bad as heartbreak. I preferred it and embraced it ‘cause I reckoned it was one or the other.

I remember everything about you and I remember all the reasons why I loved you. Never could forget even when I tried.” .. “Who knows, baby? We had all that time together, I coulda got used to it, learned to take it for granted.” His arms gave me a squeeze. “Now, that’ll never happen

I used to sleep the sleep of someone who knew she was loved. Now, I didn't.

For the first time in twenty-two years after the jaw tilt, Feb didn’t take her eyes off him. And for the first time in twenty-two years, he gave her a smile.

I’ve moved on, Colt.” “Bullshit, Feb, you’re stuck, same as me.

Hey, Reece.” There was nothing but silence for a while and I waited. Then Reece said, “Expected it to happen eventually, darlin’, but didn’t expect it to hit me that hard the first time I heard a man answer your phone.

There’s no words to explain how big it was, what Cold and I had, or how much it hurts when something that big in your life is swept away, or how empty that place is that he once filled, or how impossible it is to find something to fill it.

Jesus, she called her cat "Mr. Purrsie Purrs." Colt didn't know much about cats but he knew hers wasn't a stupid one and if the damn thing understood English and recognized this affront to his dignity he'd scratch her eyes out.

He'd been right the day before. Twenty-two years of her laughter, her smile, her body, her jewelry on his kitchen counter, he might have gotten used to it and moments like this would have been lost on him. Now he knew that he'd never miss these moments and he'd always feel that beautiful pain because he'd always understand how precious they were.

This isn’t a decision I can make, you gotta make it, honey. You wanna go away and wait this out, I’ll be with you. You wanna stay and life your life as normal as you can, I’ll do what I can to protect you.

I'm gonna get in his face," Jackie whispered her threat and Colt couldn't help it, he smiled into his phone. Jackie got a hold of him, hatchet or not, Denny Lowe didn't stand a chance. A lioness was lethal when her cubs were under threat.

But she and her mother were something else. Something that glimmered far brighter than gold. Something that made you believe there was a God but He didn’t make miracles. He created beings and gave them the power to make miracles, miracles both great and small.

Lonely’s a different kind of pain, it doesn’t hurt as bad as heartbreak.

Colt looked at her and said, “The only things precious in life breathe.

Seems to be there’s advantage to be taken, son, and ain’t no one in a hundred mile radius would blame you for takin’ it.

He was hearing Stevie Nicks singing in his head when Colt fell asleep in the bed, in the house, with the woman at his side that life meant him to have. After waiting for forty-four years, for the fifth night in a row, Alexander Colton was finally living the life he was meant to be living.

Something that made you believe there was a God but he didn’t make miracles. He created beings and gave them the power to make miracles, miracles both great and small.

They didn't understand, it not being directed at them, what that smile could do. The power of it. It was like every time he smiled he'd opened a chest of treasure and said, "All this is yours.

Because I have nailed her and trust me, you had her once, you’d go back for more.” “Aw,” Dee said, “that’s kind of sweet.

She gave all she could so we could let it go.