I let my head fall forward into his shoulder, breathing in his scent. "Now what do we do?" He's quiet for a while and I finally lean back to look him in the eyes. He appears conflicted by something and then he sets me down on the ground, lacing his fingers through mine. "Should we see where the wind takes us?" he asks. I stare at my hand in his and then look up at him. "That sounds good to me.
Jessica SorensenLife is full of luck, like getting dealt a good hand, or simply by being in the right place at the right time. Some people get luck handed to them, a second chance, a save. It can happen heroically, or by a simple coincidence , but there are those who donโt get luck on a shiny platter, who end up in the wrong place at the wrong time, who donโt get saved.
Jessica SorensenI let my head fall forward into his shoulder, breathing in his scent. "Now what do we do?" He's quiet for a while and I finally lean back to look him in the eyes. He appears conflicted by something and then he sets me down on the ground, lacing his fingers through mine. "Should we see where the wind takes us?" he asks. I stare at my hand in his and then look up at him. "That sounds good to me.
Jessica SorensenIt's because you aren't thinking very clearly tonight." "I know. Being Drunk is weird." "Oh my god. I love you so much. Especially when you say stuff like that." "Like what?" "Nothing. Never mind. Although I'm dying to know why your shoe is green.
Jessica SorensenWhen it all comes down to it, itโs just me and her against the world. Always has been.
Jessica SorensenLove you more than life itself, more than the sun and the air. You own my soul, Ella May. Micha
Jessica SorensenI search my brain for the truth. โI want it more than anything, just as long as you promise me one thing.โ โAnd whatโs that?โ โThat if at any time it gets to be too much for you, youโll leave meโwalk away and get out.โ โThat will never happen,โ he guarantees me. โYou need to give me some credit. You left me, ripped out my heart, and then came back acting like a robot, and you know what? We made it through. You and I, good or bad, belong together. We make each other whole.
Jessica Sorensen