Late Call

The kind of love that spreads through your body, possessing and controlling it, doesn’t just die. It keeps living the way a broken heart keeps beating.

The things we remember the clearest aren’t necessarily the big, heart-stopping moments everyone expects. They’re the little things that add up. The little things most people look over but that mean the most.

Love is promising to give someone everything and not expect anything in return.

You're playing with fire, Aaron. People who do that get burned." "I don't play with fire, Dayton. I stroke it and make it burn hotter and faster until it consumes everything in its path. I'll never take a spark where I can have a roaring flame.

Fuck you and your memories." "And fuck you and your defiance, Dayton.

Pfft. Wine is the greatest invention. Next to the vibrator, of course. They’re equally fabulous.

There isn’t a price I wouldn’t pay for you, Dayton. Money has no value when the thing you desire is priceless.

I forgive him, But I don´t know if I trully trust him, and this is funny thing about trust. You can love and forgive, but you don´t necessarily trust, Broken hearts and promises can be fixed so easily because they break in different way than trust, When trust is broken, it´s shattered into thousand pieces. And sometimes, it´s never put back together the same way.

You loved me once. You loved me like I was the air you needed to breathe, like you needed my touch to keep you alive. You loved me the very same way I loved you. Obsessively. Insanely. Relentlessly. Don’t tell me you don’t believe in love when for six short weeks, all those years ago, you couldn’t possibly live without it.

if you’re having an orgasm, I’m better than I thought. Or you just really love the idea of sucking my cock.

Love it because the only thing that’s turned me on in at least two years is battery-operated. Hate it because it’s him. Enough said.