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I was trying to think nice thoughts, I really was, because I could be too hard on people. Especially men. My Mam always told me I was too hard on them. She said that I had probably told my soul mate to go to hell at some point in my life. Seeing as he was too scared to disobey me, he probably did.

Bella Di Corte, Marauder 

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You don’t realize how much of your childhood affects the person you become, the person you are. How memories shape your life, your feelings, and most importantly your love. 

The struggle between the things we couldn’t change but wanted to versus the things we could change but didn’t know how to. 

Felt as if I was forever standing in the same spot.  

Living a life of loneliness was simply the only way I knew how to live.

M. Robinson, Lost Boy

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You don’t realize how much of your childhood affects the person you become, the person you are. How memories shape your life, your feelings, and most importantly your love. 

The struggle between the things we couldn’t change but wanted to versus the things we could change but didn’t know how to. 

Felt as if I was forever standing in the same spot.  

Living a life of loneliness was simply the only way I knew how to live.

M. Robinson, Lost Boy

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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“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 

But even love dies when you stomp on it enough. 

Saffron A. Kent, Bad Boy Blues 

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