447 Quotes by L.J. Shen

When I finally lay my hands on you – and make no mistakes, Stardust, I will – you will be crying, all right. My name. Over. And. Over. Again.

I met him at the airport. He wore a long dark-gray pea coat, charcoal slacks, a cashmere sweater, and his usual scowl. He was standing outside, the freezing New York weather staining his cheekbones a dark shade of pink while he puffed on a blunt. On the sidewalk of the airport.

If disobedience was a competitive sport, my future wife would make it to the Olympics. And medal.

Falling in love was so tragic.

A hard life equaled a life full of obstacles and challenging moments but also full of people you loved and cared about. A bad life equaled an empty life. One that wasn’t necessarily hard or challenging but was devoid of the people you loved and cared about.

We fell in love fast and slow. Hard and soft. With everything we had in us, yet we both refused to give anything away.

We’ve waited a long time for this. I want the real thing. Not the watered-down version. And the real thing is not only beautiful. It is also ugly. I want your truth.

With Angelo, I felt warm and fuzzy. Under a rich blanket of security. With Wolfe, I felt as if I was on fire. As though he could end me at any given moment, and all I could do was hope for his mercy. I felt safe, but not secure. Desired, but unwanted. Admired, but unloved.

I am air. Invisible and insignificant, but vital all the same.