Why can men be boys all of their lives, but we women must grow old while we are yet young?

I don't need anything else. I get out of bed every morning and face the world because you're in it.

I don't blame you. But if there's anything else you have to tell me, now would be the time." He pressed forward, urging me to stretch on the couch. Coming over me, he whispered, "I'm in love with you." With everything going wrong, that was the one thing that was totally right. It was enough.

I want you too much. I want you with me, in my life, in my bed. If i can have that, nothing else matters.

One day at a time. You rise, you eat, you bathe, and you talk to the few people you can tolerate while feeling so wretched. Over time, it hurts a little less. Then a little less. And so on...Until one morning, you will awake and realize the pain is only a memory. It will always be with you, but it will eventually lack the power to cripple you.

I own your pleasure," I whispered into his mouth. "I'll take it if you won't give it to me.

I supposed, perhaps, you miss the promise of what could have been, while at the same time you are grateful that what it was instead is over.