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Maybe I am a little bit envious. But not of the guy or even the relationship . . . more of the ability to have such a relationship. After a few completely bland liaisons over the years, I’ve decided that I just don’t have that thing in me that lets people fall in love.

Cora Carmack, All Played Out

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Because that’s love, Mia. I take care of you before me.

Lisa Renee Jones, Beautiful Betrayal

I always thought I was completely numb to feeling. I assumed there would never be a man to draw me out of my shell. It’s silly now that I used to worry about my ability to fall in love, like that part of me was permanently undeveloped or broken.

R.S. Grey, Fighting Words

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“Grief is like a monster. That monster is hungry. It eats whatever’s inside you. But one day you wake up…and find out that it’s full. That it is satisfied.”

“What happens when it’s full?”

“It’s still a monster, but it’s no longer scary.”

“Sounds terrible.” I scrunch my nose.

She leans back in the rocking chair, mulling it over.

“Sounds like life to me. We’re bound to get hurt. Life is a journey, and no road worth taking is smooth and bumpless. Life is a borrow, not a gift, Levy. Take advantage as long as you have it.”

L. J. Shen, Damaged Goods 

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But even love dies when you stomp on it enough. 

Saffron A. Kent, Bad Boy Blues 

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“When you see him, I want you to do something for me.”

“What’s that?”

“Ask him if he feels like he might die if he doesn’t get to touch you again.”

I frown. “Why would I ask him that?” I whisper.

“Because there’s another man who does.” The phone clicks as he hangs up.

T. L. Swan, The Stopover 

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