T.A. Webb Quotes

I like you, Mark, and I hope you'll come see me again. You're a nice guy and you have an old soul. I hope we can be friends.

Pain is like rain, it covers your skin and soaks in bone-deep, but it eventually recedes and allows fresh things to grow.

Last but not least'," he read, "'remind Mark I loved him best and most.

I think I grew up that night. It might have been Patrick that lost his virginity, but it was me that lost my innocence.

He opened his eyes and looked at me. "Now I'm yours." I kissed him and whispered, "Yeah. Mine.

Every gay man out there has at least one man-crush in his past that totally shriveled his nads into raisins and sent him screaming off into the night.

He softened and looked at me. "Oh, yeah, I met the right man, all right. A fucking miracle. An angel here on earth." His voice was soft as cotton and his eyes shone like diamonds. What could I say to that?

My love. My life. My husband. It's been my great honor to love you and I only hope I was worthy of it.

You are mine. Mine. I won't let anyone touch you ever again. No one, you hear me? Not Martin, not any fucking man. No more, Benjamin. Are we clear? Do you understand me? No more!" ~Marcus

It took a village to raise a child, and it took a rainbow of colors to make them feel at home and comfortable.

A burden shared is a burden halved.

But since we got back together, or at least were doing something together, he was very possessive of my time. Pretty fucking ironic when I thought about it, since he was the one cheating before and hiding crap.

On my birthday, every year since I turned eighteen, she called me at twelve twenty in the morning to wish me happy birthday and tell me how much joy I brought her. She'd told me she was sorry she couldn't do it when I turned thirty, and handed me a box filled with little bits of paper. She'd written Happy Birthday to my baby boy on every one. There must have been fifty of them.

This man was the husband of my heart. I'd be a man for him, the man he deserved.

I'll miss you every day for the rest of my life. You're my heart and it'll go with you. I'll be here, and I'll hold your hand, and you focus on me, and when you leave me, you won't be alone. Don't be afraid. We won't be saying good-bye, baby. Just, 'til later.

Part of me wasn't sure why I didn't tell Brian about that, but to be honest, I was probably being a little chickenshit. Because, yes, I'd been hiding my friendship with Antonio from Brian.

I wanted to lay down my armor, my strength and my pain for just a minute and let someone hold me.