#albertstrustie

[narabelle]

"Say it."

"I want more."

"More of what?"

"More of you."

[narabelle]

She talks death with her friends, but life with him because she knows when she dies, it will be with him.

[narabelle]

People do not live. They never did. They just go with the works and flow till the end of time. They never stop to feel the skin over their bones without it being from the affections of a lover. They never watch a bruise turn from purple to green to yellow. They never notice the change in seasons from winter to spring, and how the greenery blooms, stands taller just to dancing side to side. They do not live. They work, eat, sleep, and die.

Who are we if we cannot take pride in our ability to live?

[narabelle]

“Everything I do for you isn’t because I feel obligated. It’s because I love doing it. I love doing everything for you. I love spoiling you, making you happy. It makes me feel good, knowing that I can make you smile, or laugh, or turn your frown upside down. I want to give you the world, sweetheart. I want to show you way more than that, but the world is all I got. All I can offer."

[narabelle]

I wanted to tell him, I’d burn down the world for him if I could. I wanted to tell him that I would follow him anywhere and everywhere, without question. I wanted to tell him that all I wanted was for him to be happy and that I’d give up my soul, to see that happen.

[narabelle]

I want more. More love, more importance, and more care. I want to die with someone just as much as I want to live with someone.

[narabelle]

I love harder than I breathe. Because the only time I truly feel the air in my lungs is when I look at you.

[narabelle]

“Oh, my darling. Why do I have to live when all I want to do is love you?”