“Tell me. What is love like?” she whispers to him under the stars. He stares off before the words fell from his lips like embers. “Love. It’s like fire. It’s so beautiful to look at. It is wonderful to make and have… but if you aren’t careful it, then it will burn you. It will engulf your soul and leave nothing but dark ashes behind. Love is both a warm fire on a cold night and a terrifying wildfire when exploring. Beautiful from afar, but a horror when too close. I guess, simply put, love is something that with just enough distance could keep you warm and alive through the darkest winters in your life.” His voice drifted off into the darkness and she knew he hadn’t kept enough distance before. His dark eyes were ashes of a burning love. He had been burnt.
Excerpts from a book I’ll never write #55 (via perfectyoungloveblog)
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- “You eat kitkats like a monster, honestly I don’t think I can love you anymore.” “At least I know how to cough into my elbow like a civilized being.”
- “Do you ever realize that we act like an old married couple sometimes?” “We are an old married couple…”
- “Do you know how to cook anything besides ramen?” “Totally.” “What?” “Um… microwave popcorn.”
- “You are so weak when it comes to spicy food.” “No I’m not.” “Name 1 spice you enjoy.” “Pepper counts, right?”
- “I would do anything to prove my love for you.” “Drink that entire bottle of hot sauce then.” “I don’t love you that much.”
- “Dude, you cry over everything.” “No I don’t.” “You cried when a fly you called your ‘friend’ flew out of the window, you left open.” “Listen, I just felt really close to Fred.” “IT WAS A FLY.”
- “Why do we have a dog? We didn’t have a dog before I left.” “Yeah, well, get with the times. Things change. Ugh, you’re just another old guy who doesn’t wanna accept that the world is changing.” “1, You’re older than me. 2, You still haven’t told me why we now have a dog.”
- “Hey, do you love me a lot?“ “Of course!” “Enough to give me your garlic bread?” “F**k no.”