Lovely Trigger

Love doesn't let you walk away clean. Love is messy. Love takes a fucking piece of you before it's done.

Because that’s how love works. It doesn’t die, even when you don’t feed it. That’s just the way it is. I wouldn’t change it, even if I could. Loving her has become a part of who I am.

Oh, sweetheart. You haven’t been paying attention … I am the guy who has been in love with you for over six fucking years. I am the guy that has thought about you every day. I miss you every day. What happened — what we lost together — breaks my heart, but it doesn’t change anything.

Love is not about want. Love is not about good. Love doesn’t let you walk away clean. Love is messy. Love takes a fucking piece of you before it’s done. If it is ever even possible to be done.

How could one person, who’d proven to be so inherently bad for me, so wrong, still be so utterly necessary for my happiness? It wasn’t fair.

You don't need to follow every impulse in life; you don't need to take on every gamble. But some, even ones that have burned you before, well some of them you do. Some of the sweetest moments in life come from second chances.

Frankie and Estella want your sperm for their baby,” I began. He blinked , then bent down and kissed me on the nose. “Will they buy me dinner first?

Somewhere, in the great expanse of space, There is a home where souls reside, Yours and mine were joined together I have not moved from that place, God help me, I’ll never move from that place But there was a poison in my heart, And a darkness in my mind I wasn’t there when you were drowning Though I’d give my soul to take it back You had to leave me behind

I feel so lost.” He took my hands in his. “Not anymore. I’m right here. I’ve got you.” “There is this hollow place inside of me, where my faith in you used to be. I am so full of fear, and I do not know how to let myself trust you again. I don’t have the strength to do this. Not again.” “I’ve got enough for both of us.” He moved closer, wrapping me in his arms.

He kissed me. A desperate, hungry, wild, make me forget the past and the future kind of kiss.

Tristan Vega: Thanks for accepting my friend request . I promise to try my hardest to refrain from sending you too many dick pics.

I never cried a tear of self-pity. That had never been my poison. Bitter was my poison, and it took every ounce of character I possessed not to let it consume me.

I don’t know how I even did it,” said Tristan softly. “Looking back from here, I have no idea where I found the strength to let you stay out of my life for so long.

I wasn’t letting go of this; this mindless moment where everything felt like it had shifted back into place and all of the wrongs were right again.

How can we be so good for each other in so many ways, and so bad in just as many others?

He’d done it. He’d gone and flipped the psycho switch in my brain again.

The bed reminded me of a lifestyle. It reminded me of Frankie. “It was Frankie and James, wasn’t it? Did those kinky fucks bring you over to the dark side?

I am the guy who has been in love with you for over six fucking years. I am the guy that has thought about you every day. I miss you every day. What happened —what we lost together— breaks my heart, but it doesn’t change anything.

What exactly did Tristan tell you?” “Oh, so you do know him? Not much. He just kind of…warned me off, in a vague sort of way. He said you had an ex-husband that was liable to stab me in my sleep if I laid a hand on you. He said he was huge, and insanely violent when it came to you, or rather who you date. He basically told me that your ex would go to jail for murder before he’d let you go out with a guy like me.

That’s how love works. It doesn’t die, even when you don’t feed it. That’s just the way it is. I wouldn’t change it, even if I could. Loving her has become a part of who I am.

Wow. So the crazy train is going full speed ahead, huh? ‘Bout fuckin’ time.

He was gleaming with sweat. It would have taken inhuman willpower not to drink in every inch of his muscled, tatted up body. And I was human. Oh Lord, was I human.

Some of the sweetest moments in life come from second chances.

He gave me a rueful smile, his brown eyes so endearing. I could tell he was about to say something funny. I just knew him that well. "That's like asking if I'm a fan of cancer. I fucking hate it, but do I know how to get rid of it? Not fucking likely.

Because it never went away. Nostalgia suggests that feelings are coming back, and they can't do that, when they never went away.

You never called." I just stared at him. "You said you'd call," he reiterated. "So we can do this easy, or we can do it hard. Personally, I prefer hard.

He ran his nose along my jaw, breathing on me. “We’re friends, right? This is going well, don’t you think?” The man was demented . “By what criteria are we judging it? If going well means we’ve both lost our ever-loving minds, then yes, I guess it’s going well?! If we’re basing it on us being just friends, we’re failing epically.” He pulled back from me and grinned.

(Logic meet feelings. The two of you will never see eye to eye. Let the lifelong catfight commence.)

I wanted to trust him with the best of me, the worst of me, and everything in between.

I can’t stop, Danika. Please don’t ask me to. Even if this is the set up for the fall of a lifetime, I still can’t walk away, and I can’t back off.