I had to let go of him. But I knew that as long as I lived, I would feel the phantompain of his absence.

Lisa Kleypas

Categorized in : Long Letting Go Absence

She shook her head as she confessed, "I want it so much, I'm afraid to hope." "Never be afraid to hope," Rohan said gently. "It's the only way to begin." -Rohan to Win

winning want way

I didn't know that, you take your coffee seriously, dont you?' 'Every morning, I run to the coffeemaker like a soldier returning to a lost love after the war.

running morning war

Did you fall in love with her?" "I care about her. A lot." "You're not supposed to marry someone if you don't fall in love with her." "Well, love is a choice, too." Holly shook her head. "I think it's something that happens to you." Mark smiled into her small, earnest face. "Maybe it's both," he said, and tucked her in.

falling-in-love love-is thinking

You sweet…beautiful…lunatic,” he heard himself mutter. by Lisa Kleypas

You sweet…beautiful…lunatic,” he heard himself mutter.

heard beautiful sweet

I've always thought it was about finding the right person. But it's about choosing the right person, isn't it?

sugar-daddy findings persons

Some people there's no getting over. by Lisa Kleypas

Some people there's no getting over.

sugar-daddy people

A couple of times in your life, it happens like that. You meet a stranger, and all you know is that you need to know everything about him.

couple stranger needs

I’ve never heard of a man being so eager to confess to the parent... by Lisa Kleypas

I’ve never heard of a man being so eager to confess to the parent of a girl he’s just ruined

girl parent men

Where are we going?” Annabelle asked, resisting his hold on her wrist. “To the house. If they’re not willing to be witnesses, then it seems I’ll have to debauch you in front of someone else.

annabelle wrists house

You're surrounded by it wherever you go, you walk through it, breathe it...it's in your lungs and under your tongue and between your fingers and toes.

tongue toes breathe

Sleep, my love," He whispered, smoothing her long hair, lifting the damp locks away from the back of her neck. "I'll be here to watch over you." "You sleep too," she said groggily, her hand creeping to the center of his chest. "No." McKenna smiled and pressed a soft kiss against her temple. His voice was husky with wonder. "Not when staying awake is better than anything I could find in a dream.

kissing dream sleep

“Simon,” she whispered, vaguely surprised that she had just used his first name, for she had never used it even in the privacy of her thoughts. Moistening her dry lips, she tried once more, and to her astonishment, she did it again. “Simon…” “Yes?” A new tension had entered his long, hard body, and at the same time, his hand moved over the shape of her skull in the softest caress possible. “Please… take me to my room.” Hunt tilted her head back gently and regarded her with a sudden faint smile playing on his lips. “Sweetheart, I would take you to Timbuktu if you asked.“

skulls names hands

No one can tell you what your path is . . . but someday you'll discover it. . . and it won't be at all what you expected.

someday expected path

Hunt seemed similarly indifferent to the show, his head inclined toward hers, his gaze locked on her face. Though his breathing remained soft and disciplined, it seemed to her that its rhythm had changed ever so slightly. Annabelle moistened her dry lips. “You …you mustn’t stare at me like that.” Soft as the murmur was, he caught it. “With you here, nothing else is worth looking at.

breathing dry faces

It was unfair that people who longed for love the most, searched the hardest for it, found it so elusive.

unfair found people

I didn't mean to send love letters, but that is what they became. On their way to you, my words turned into heartbeats on the page.

pages letters mean

I'm not the marrying kind -" St. Vincent snorted. "No man is. Mar... by Lisa Kleypas

I'm not the marrying kind -" St. Vincent snorted. "No man is. Marriage is a female invention.

female kind men

Don't ever trust men with good intentions. They'll always disappo... by Lisa Kleypas

Don't ever trust men with good intentions. They'll always disappoint you." Leo

good-intentions intention men

Scorpions are quite ruthless, you know. That is why Artemis bid one of them to kill her foe Orion. And as a reward she set the scorpion on up in the sky. I'm not ruthless. I merely do whatever it takes to achive my goals That's not ruthless?

scorpions goal sky

You say the gentleman I knew has been replaced. How I wish I could offer better comfort than to say that no matter how you have changed, you wil be welcomed when you return. Do what you must. If it helps you to endure, put the feelings away for now, and lock the door. Perhaps someday we'll air them out together.

air feelings doors