Please, Noah, I don't want to do this wrong. Tell me how to make you feel good.He shifted so that his body rested beside mine, his leg and arm still draped over me. I felt small under his warmth and strength. His chocolate-brown eyes softened. Being with you feels good. Touching you- he tucked a curl behind my ear. -feels good. I have never wanted anyone like I want you. There's nothing you can do wrong when just breathing makes everything right.
Have you thought of doing it? Being a cattle farmer? If that's what it's called? I think we should do that, but replace cattle with bunnies and then we don't milk or eat the bunnies. We just let them multiply. Then we'll take over the world. Me the queen. You the king. Our bunnies the army nobody can defeat.
Working hard is not a waste of time, but a state of mind. Keep pushing your limits until you reach the edge. Then be kind and rewind.
I'm right and wrong, moral and immoral, good and bad, a hero and a villain, and I've been just as capable of truth as I have been lies.
The worst kind of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it.
I wrote about the person I love most, my older brother, Noah. We don't live together so I wrote what I imagine he does when we're not together.And what is that? prodded the stout man. He's a superhero who saves people in danger, because he saved me and my brother from dying in a fire a couple of years ago. Noah is better than Batman. The crowd chuckled. I love you, too, lil'bro.
Noah?A welcome voice - not my mother's, but welcome all the same: Echo. A smile spread across my face. This was too good. Me in a towel, alone in the house with my nymph. I left the bathroom.
When you push yourself beyond limits, you discover inner reserves, which you never thought existed earlier.