The Gravity of Us

If you need to fall, fall into me.

Loneliness is a liar,” Graham told me, sitting down on the edge of his bed as he spoke. “It’s toxic and deadly most of the time. It forces people to believe they are better off with the devil himself than being alone, because somehow being alone means a person failed. Somehow being alone means a person isn’t good enough. So, more often than not, the poison of loneliness seeps in and makes a person believe that any kind of attention must stand for love. Fake love that is built on a bed of loneliness will fail—I should know. I’ve been alone all my life.

It’s just funny, isn’t it? How the main characters never know about the adventures they’re about to go on.

She was the girl who felt everything, and I was the man who felt nothing at all.

Air above me, earth below me, fire within me, water surround me…

Everything in life happened for a reason,happened exactly how it meant to,no matter how painful it seemed. Some love stories were meant to be forever,and others just for a season.

Just because you smile and act free doesn’t mean the cage doesn’t exist. It merely means you lowered your standards for how far you’ll allow yourself to fly.

The world’s a little darker tonight, Graham.’ Then he wiped away his tears and said, ‘But still, I must believe that the sun will rise tomorrow.

This life is short, and you never know how many chapters you have left in your novel,Graham. Live each day as if it's the final page. Breathe each moment as if it's the final word. Be brave,my son. Be brave.

Maktub. It means all is written,that everything happens for a reason.

Being around you does something strange to me, something that hasn’t happened in such a long time.” “What happens?” He took my hand in his then led it to his chest, and his next words came out as a whisper. “My heart begins to beat again.

Live each day as if it’s the final page. Breathe each moment as if it’s the final word.

Perhaps I’m one of those novels where you have to keep turning the page until the very end to understand the meaning.

If love were a person, it would be her.

Real love took work. Real love took communication. Real love only grew if those involved took the time to nurture it, to water it, to give it light.

To love, and all the heartache that weighs it down. To love, and all the heartbeats that lift it up.

I thought I’d been in love before. I thought I knew what love was. I thought I understood its curves, its angles, its shape. But then, I kissed you.” “And?” I swallowed hard. “And I realized you were the first and only thing that ever made my heartbeats come to life.

There might be a million reasons why you think it couldn't work,but all you need is one reason why it could. That reason is love.

I wanted to hold her, but still have her move freely in my arms. I wanted to taste her lips and breathe in a part of her soul as I gave her a glimpse of mine.

Family wasn't build by blood-it was built by love.

Love doesn’t suffocate. It makes the world bloom. She

She was my freedom, yet I was her cage.

The thing is, the heart never listens to the brain’s logic,

Yet the truth of the matter was, sometimes the ones we loved most were the monsters that tucked us in at night.

Within seconds, my heart filled with more love than I had thought possible. Because that was the thing about hearts-when you thought they were completely full, you somehow found room to add a little more love.

A great novel didn’t involve tossing together words that didn’t interconnect. In a great novel, each sentence mattered, each word had a meaning to the overall story arc. There was always forewarning to the plot twists and the different paths the novel would travel down, too. If a reader looked closely enough, they could always witness the warning signs. They could taste the heart of every word that bled on the page, and by the end, their palate would be satisfied.

It’s hard to relax when a stranger is touching my—” Graham’s eyes widened. “Yup, that’s my penis. You are actually touching my penis,” Graham

The hardest part of life was watching a loved one walk straight into fire when all you could do was sit and watch them as they burned.

He kissed like heaven and made love like sin.

I remembered exactly why he was the man I chose to love fully. When he spoke, his words forever marked my soul as his. “If you need to fall, fall into me.