Wreck Me

I didn’t have anyone, but every time I walked through those doors I felt like each of those authors was my family and the characters they created were all my friends. I counted on them. They were all I ever had. All I still have. Now that the store may go out of business I feel like I’m losing my family and friends. I love all my books. Being a book lover saved my life.

You may not realize it yet, but you’re mine. Not because I am claiming you. You’re mine because that’s how it is.

The only thing I want from you is you.

If you’re looking for lollipops and rainbows while you shop for the latest best seller, you best not come to me. I won’t chat you up and tell you how cute your kid is. I won’t smile and flirt. I won’t stroke your ego about the jewelry you are wearing or the shirt you have on. I will help you find what you need. I will recommend books and hell I even talk about what I liked about one book over another but all that other shit is just not my thing.

I live to make you smile, Josephine.

I feel like my world is crumbling beneath my feet but Damon walks in and I have something to grab onto. It’s frightening and comforting all in the same.

His warm eyes stay locked onto mine and I want to melt right on the spot. I know him but I don’t. I want him but I don’t. I need him but I don’t.

His presence is the medicine that soothes my wounds.

Watching him is intoxicating. I couldn’t dream up a more beautiful man.

You may not realize it yet, but you’re mine. Not because I am claiming you. You’re mine because that’s how it is. I feel like I have waited my whole life to find you. Before we met in that store I dreamed of you every night. I wondered where you were and when I’d find you. Now that I have, you’d be crazy if you think I would just let you go. I don’t see a need for protection. I don’t want a damn thing between us.

Books are what you love. They are what you know. It's obviously your passion. I didn't want you to lose that. You've lost enough

I am ashamed to admit that I have contemplated living versus ending it all.

The idea of having faith in anything to a homeless teenager is just asinine.

I am tied up in nothing but stilettos and I feel hot.

moving boxes full of my useless junk. I can think of someone