Part of Paul would have been disappointed, even a little repelled, if Julian ever said outright that he loved him.

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Part of Paul would have been disappointed, even a little repelled, if Julian ever said outright that he loved him.
Forty-nine thousand, two hundred and seventy-five days since I last kissed you, and I thought of you every single one of them.
in this world that tries to silence me, the most dangerous words i can speak are that i love you.
When he spoke again, he did not look away. āNo, scratch that. To have and to hold, where even death cannot part us. In this life and the next, for however long our souls remain, mine will always find yours. Those are my vows to you.ā
A glimpse of a girl in a dress too nice, leaning over to kiss a boy with a face familiar.
you saved my life. why couldnāt i save yours?
āLore.ā He kept that same soft tone. āI was born knowing how to do three thingsāhow to breathe, how to dream, and how to love you.ā
Marianne, he said, Iām not a religious person but I do sometimes think God made you for me.
All the while, a curse, and a lullaby chanted in her head. I love you. I love you. I love you.
Franz called and asked how my schnecke was doing. My schnecke. My little snail, do you know thatās what it means? Itās a term of affection in my country. My love. My snail.
Maybe it sounds weird to say, but I know I could love the shit out of someone. I feel it, in my heart. This capacity to love. To be romantic and passionate. Like itās a superpower I have. A gift, even.
If anything it was Camilla he seemed fondest of, Camilla he bent over attentively when she spoke, Camilla who was most often the recipient of his infrequent smiles.
He used to be crazy about her. For all I know he still is.
If a boy gives a girl an orange her love for him will multiply.
If she is the sea and the sun and the stars and everything in between, Do I get to be the moon?
That love of maidens for monsters, that does not fade with time.
All I could think about is how Minaās scared of the dark, and how messed up it is that Iām letting them put her in the ground.