Relentless

The relentless pull of love is a thousand times harder to fight than the tides. If you’re lucky, you’ll make it out before you drown. If you’re even luckier, you’re pulled under just long enough to wash away the sorrow. If you’re really lucky, like me, you resurface just in time to find the one you love floating right beside you.

That time of day when the sun hasn’t come up yet, but you can already feel it coming. It’s an elusive warmth, like a subtle promise whispered in your ear and you can go on with your day knowing you’ve been given another chance to get it right.

I guess that’s the way secrets are. They’re only heavy when you’re holding them. As soon as you let go, the significance of keeping those secrets hidden blows away and everything falls into place.

With every choice you risk the life you could have had. With every decision you lose it.

I want to leave you dazed and confused for a week with nothing but my name on your lips.

Knock, knock.” “Who’s there?” “Olive.” “Olive who?” “Olive You.” “I think I just threw up some fruit and yogurt in my mouth.” His eyes widen as he pretends to be offended and I smile. “Where are my manners? Come on in. I’ve been waiting for you all my life, Olive You.” “You’re not just saying that ‘cause I said it, are you?” “Nope. I mean it. Honestly and truly. Olive You with all my mushy red pimiento heart.

I wouldn't miss the chance to see your sexy lips wrapped around my hookah.

With every choice you risk the life you would have had. With every decision you lose it.

I am in training to be nobody special