Fix me," I commanded him. "This thing, what I've done- there's something wrong with me, Noah. Fix it."Noah's expression broke my heart as he brushed my hair from my face and skimmed the line of my neck. "I can't.""Why not?" I asked, my voice threatening to crack.Noah lifted both his hands to my face, and held it. "Because," he said, "you aren't broken. Jun 17, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
This is love, I think. A place where people who have been alone may lock together like hawks and spin in the air, dizzy with surprise at the connection. A place you go willingly, and with wonder Jun 16, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
But I think we both knew, even then, that what we had was something even more rare, and even more meaningful. I was going to be his friend, and was going to show him possibilities. And he, in turn, would become someone I could trust more than myself. Jun 16, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I love you. I hate you. I like you. I hate you. I love you. I think you’re stupid. I think you’re a loser. I think you’re wonderful. I want to be with you. I don’t want to be with you. I would never date you. I hate you. I love you…..I think the madness started the moment we met and you shook my hand. Did you have a disease or something? Jun 16, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I seem to have run in a great circle, and met myself again on the starting line. Jun 16, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Romance novels are birthday cake and life is often peanut butter and jelly. I think everyone should have lots of delicious romance novels lying around for those times when the peanut butter of life gets stuck to the roof of your mouth. Jun 16, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
In any relationship in which two people become one, the end result is two half people. Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Phones are distracting. The internet is distracting.The way he looked at you? He wasn't distracted. He was consumed. Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
It’s like this…a starving man would gladly eat a radish, right? In fact, a radish would be a feast if that’s all he had. But if he had a buffet in front of him, the radish would never be chosen. Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
That dress…was a very, very good decision. I could write an entire poem on the virtues of your legs alone. You are a feast for the senses.” I laughed. “I don’t know about a feast. Maybe just an hors d'oeuvre.” He took my hand and wrapped it around his arm. “Not an hors d'oeuvre. The dessert. And I plan to spoil my appetite. Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>