"Love means to commit oneself without guarantee, to give oneself completely in the hope that our love will produce love in the loved person. Love is an act of faith, and whoever is of little faith is also of little love."
~Erich Fromm.Seven twenty-two p.m.
"Going late to your first ever date is not the way to do things, Taylor," I tell myself as pack my hair in a loose ponytail style and apply nude lip gloss on my lips.
I groan in frustration as I look around the bed for the paper Rory had written the direction earlier and I don't find it. This shouldn't be happening today, not today. I search around more carefully and going over to the make-up table and find
"Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you're just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have YOU... The one who turns to his friends and says, that's her..." ~Anonymous. . I couldn't sleep last night, not after what we had. Rory loves me and I'm head over hill in love with hi
"It breaks your heart to see the one you love is happy with someone else, but it's more painful to know that the one you love is unhappy with you."Unknown~ . The phone in my back pocket begins to ring and I pull it out to see a new number pops up. Who could it be? I think to myself. Seriously? Someone designed your phone so surely he would remember to save your number. Rory. I press on the answer button and place the phone to my ear "Hello." I say with a low voice.
"When they asked me what I loved most about life, I smiled and said you." Tina~ . I enter my office and close the door. About a hundred million thoughts are going through my head which I need to put away if I want to make it through today work but all thought is forgotten when I see someone standing in my office. I stop on my track when I see that I'm not just seeing things and that someone is standing close to my window, and pulling at the cotton to peek afar off into the big city. I can't make out his face because his back is turned towards me.
"Love is a language spoken by everyone, but understood only by a heart." Shirley Rindani~ . The door her private room is open and although I hear nothing coming from there and all my senses keep telling me to leave and that I'm not welcome, I walk over to the opened door and peep through and there they are cradled together on the bed, in nothing but the bedsheets. Paris is resting her head on Rory's chest while she sleeps peacefully and Rory's hand is around her, moulding her body close to his and his eyes are closed as he sleeps soundly too.
"The greatest ironies of life: having the right person at the wrong time, having the wrong person when the time is right, and finding out that you love someone after that person walks out of your sight...." Anonymous~ When Paris called me in the morning, waking up from my beauty sleep and said we were to meet up later in the day mumbling about the arrangements and our dresses for the engagement, I knew I was not among those she had given break yesterday. No of course not, there was a reason I was her personal assistant and I knew better most privileges would not rub off on me. Keenan had dropped me off last night after collecting my phone number and I threatening to have his balls with a knife if
"The higher you climb on loves ladder; the harder you fall." Ryan Leonzal~ .Rory's POV Yesterday at the office "Come here, babe," I say, opening my arms for Paris and hoping she doesn't realise the documents she had requested for before, are now on her desk. She comes into my arms and presses her body against mine, sighing heavily. "I'm glad I'm back, I missed you so much. The nights were lonely without your arms." She murmurs into my chest and wrapped her arms around my upper section.
"Love... What is love? Love is to love someone for who they are, who they were, and who they will be." Chris Moore~ "A baby?!" My eyes nearly pop out of their socket. "Yes, a baby?" He answers, looking certain of what he's saying. "I'm not having a baby for Keenan, I don't even like him?!" I exclaim loudly, hoping it registers in his memory. I've never been one to resent or contradict the words that come out of Mycole's mouth, they have always been true and they always certain, but I refuse to believe or put my faith in this vision of his'. Keenan is a wonder
"I'll shine my light for you, somewhere in the dark, I'll be standing by, I'll be here for you ." Michael W. Smith~ Flashback Third POV He adjusted his glasses as he walked into his Physics class. Like away ways, he was the first to come to class and so he can avoid being bullied, he took the front seat where he'll be under the teacher's eyes and settled in it waiting and praying that the physics teacher just like always would arrive before his bullies. A few students entered and Mr Jefferson was nowhere to b