She was the wish of his life. He didn’t know how else to say it. He didn’t even know that he could really explain, just that every time he saw her he felt his bones might break under the weight of his wanting. His longing for her.
~ C.j. Carlyon
It is more than love, barely less than madness. It’s never close enough.
He loved her like the first time every time. Like the first time all the time.
