Pamela Sparkman Quotes

We are not creatures designed to be alone. We can get by on our own, that's true, but I don't want to get by. I want to touch the clouds." ~ Maggie

Cooper Hubson, in all my life I'll never be able to thank God enough for you. You have taken the pieces of me that were broken and began fixing them one by one, and you did it with just your smile.

He took both of his arms and wrapped them around my body, pulling me into him in a tight embrace. He kissed the top of my head and let out a breath. My ear was to his chest and I could hear his heart racing. "Your heart is beating so fast," I said, hugging him tightly. "I know. It started beating again when I saw you that day at the airport.

He turned my face toward his. "I want you to look at me when I tell you this. Look me right in the eyes, baby, and hear what I'm saying… I would rather walk through hell with you every day than spend one day in heaven without you. I love you, Lily. If you need to yell and scream then yell and scream. And when you're done I'll hold you in my arms and make sure you never forget that you are the reason I was put on this earth. It was an ugly twisted road, but this – you and me – we were always meant to find each other. And I was always meant to love you.

We all have secrets, Beth."
"Not like mine."
"Okay, I'll tell you one of my secrets and make it fair."
She gave me a sidelong glance. "You don't have to do that."
"I know. Strangely, I want to tell you all my secrets.

Have you ever dreamed out loud?"

She looked at me through her eyelashes, confusion written on her face. "Huh?"

"Dreamed out loud. It's…I dunno… like feeling you're in a dream, only you're wide awake?

"Where are you going with this?

After another minute passed, I managed to whisper, "I feel like I'm dreaming with my eyes open when I look at you.

My eyes surveyed the woman standing in my house, and it felt familiar. Not familiar in the sense that she's been here before; familiar in the sense that she's always been here. Like she was the other half of me, and we were just now finding each other. It was that kind of familiar, which is ridiculous I know, but that's how it felt.

Love transcends all obstacles in her path Insisting she finds her way Leaving her troubles behind Yearning to be loved someday

His eyes remained locked on mine and I fought back the tears that were stinging my eyes. "Cooper," I said, swallowing the lump that was forming in the back of my throat, "you know that game where you fold your arms in front of you and fall backward and trust that the person behind you catches you?"

"Yes," he said in a raspy voice.

"You know that feeling you get when you close your eyes and fall back, but right before someone catches you – that split second when you aren't standing up and you aren't lying down – you're in between and all you can do is hope that you didn't make a mistake and trust the wrong person to catch you, but you know it's too late because you've already fallen?" Cooper nodded. "That's how you make me feel. Like I've already fallen and I'm in the in between. My heart is constantly in my throat and I'm suspended in time, waiting for you to catch me. That's what you do to me. Every time you walk in the room. Any room. This is what you do to me.

I came back."
His heart swelled. "Why?"
She shook her head. "Because, I felt like you needed me. Did you? Need me?"
All he could do was look at her, wondering why it took so long for her to come into his life. "Yes," he said. "I think I always have.

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Every time I hold your hand, or hear your sweet voice, or see you from across the room, or when I hear you laugh... God, I love to hear you laugh. It's the sweetest sound in the whole damn world. And I would suffer through hours and hours of Joe's dumb jokes just to hear that sound. Do you know what you do to me? Do you know? You wreck me and heal me all at the same time.

We'll do this together. I tell you one thing about me every day, and every day you will tell me one one thing about you. We can learn about each other in small doses. One sad, fucked up, complicated, heartbreaking layer at a time.

Some things we learned together, like love, and how to fall into it. Or maybe we didn't learn how, maybe we just fell, and landed wherever we landed. We did this, Charlie and I, all the while engaging each other like we were wondrous artifacts to be explored. He held on to my every word and I absorbed his every detail as though they were important pieces of history.

I held hope in my hands every day. I treated hope like it was a precious stone. I clutched it so tightly that I sometimes felt bruised by it.

I leaned back, making myself comfortable and smiled. "I like that."

"Like what?"

"That you call me Charlie. No one has ever called me that. I thought I would hate it if anyone ever did. I don't, not when you say it."

She looked disappointed.

"What?" I asked.

The corners of her mouth lifted into a semi-grin. "I was hoping you would hate it."

A laugh bubbled up inside of me so I let it out, sounding loud against the quiet backdrop.
"I kinda figured that. I think that's why I love it.