"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
"Most people are not scared of falling in love, they are scared of not being loved in return." Anonymous~ Third POV Flashback They pull away from each other, breathing heavily and noisily, but that doesn't decrease the need they both feel and they wanted to satisfy. Rory's hands stroked Ginger's cheek before letting his fingers dropped to her bare shoulder and she giggled, moving her legs which are wrapped in the bedsheets so they could wrap around Rory's solid form and biting down in her red plump lips,
"Love is not about finding the right person, but creating a right relationship. It's not about how much love you have in the beginning, but how much love you build till the end." Anonymous ~ . We park up in the front of a magnificent three-storey mansion and Keenan help me out of the car and we walk into the house and once inside we are greeted by an elderly woman with an Italian accent. Her smile is illuminating and her cheerfulness is heartening. "Good evening, Mr Hilton and Ms.-" "Snowfall. Taylor Snowfall." I instantly add up, meeting her smile with mine.