Tammy Faith Quotes

Your kisses. Your smile. You're pretty close to perfect to me." I kiss her forehead, and draw circles with the pad of my thumb against her neck. She goes calm, like a hurricane suddenly becoming a light breeze.
She nods, letting go of me. Funny thing, it still seems like she's squeezing my heart.

Our breaths mingled, our mouths found one another and his hands gripped mine tightly as we kissed. For two hours. He never once stopped holding my hands, even when they were sweaty, and I never once stopped smiling, even when he was kissing me. Awkward was good, because it was with him. He made awkward perfect.
That day was the beginning of forever.
Nobody told me the road was going to be bumpy.

This mix of love and hate, this blend of trust and hurt I have for him is so confusing even I can't understand it.
He leaves, and I break.

I hug him. I forget about my fears, about who I am and who he is, and I hug him. He keeps a tight grip on me like I'm his last hope, like I'm the only thing holding him together. We are a mingle of limbs, a frantic mess of intertwined heartbeats racing one another.

He leans towards me for a kiss and our mouths fuse. I explode. I'm all over him, absorbing his warmth and the beat of his heart. It's like he knows my pain, and he's trying to erase it. It's like he's bringing me back to life with every brush of our lips.

The day I had turned twelve, I had asked him for a kiss. Not any kiss, Crisanto Tauli's kisses. Those were addictive. Butterfly-like, feather-light kisses. Fire-burning, all-consuming kisses. Middle kisses. All the kisses.

This time I don't have enough time to pull back before he takes my hand. "You'll always be my love, that will never change. You'll always be the girl who became my whole heart when I barely understood what love was. I really thought we would make it until the end, you know? I hate that we didn't.

I take a faltering step towards him, my blood pounding, my veins charged with pent-up energy begging me to run. I lace my hands around his neck and place my ear over his chest, listening to his heart. I trust him, he just needs to calm down. He's stiff at first. He sighs and his whole body deflates, melting against mine. The steady thuds in my ears slow down and he hugs me back, his mouth leaving a trail of sweet kisses on my head as his fingers softly scratch my scalp.

I found out a long time ago it's more fun being the wicked witch than the helpless princess.

A single fleeting word has the power to make or break a person.

Sometimes I think I am made of air, like a balloon. Filled with so much emptiness that I just know one day I'm going to explode. I'm bracing myself for it. For the nothingness colliding hard and fast against me, in a way that I won't be able to stop it or protect myself from it.
What terrifies me the most is the fact that maybe I won't want to stop it. That I won't want to protect myself. That I've surrendered, accepted this and conformed to it

He's summer and I'm winter.