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“That was a perfect night. I want more of those. I want a lifetime of perfect nights.”
― His Christmas Wish
― His Christmas Wish
“Her touch healed his tender wounds lingering within, her kisses sang of forgiveness for his many mistakes. She was a cool spring for his parched heart, and he drank her in.”
― Until the Rising
― Until the Rising
“You angel, you have written. [...]
Please, in all this muddle of life, continue to be a bright and constant star. Just a few things remain as beacons: poetry, and you, and solitude. You see that I am extremely sentimental. Had you suspected that?”
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Please, in all this muddle of life, continue to be a bright and constant star. Just a few things remain as beacons: poetry, and you, and solitude. You see that I am extremely sentimental. Had you suspected that?”
―
“Maybe that’s the way it’s supposed to be when it’s right. But if you let me, I’ll be there to catch you when you fall.”
― Dancing Beneath the Blue Junipers
― Dancing Beneath the Blue Junipers
“But She Does
She loves him as though he were the moon,
Capturing her attention,
Filling her with awe.
Reflection of something brighter, he lights her favorite time of night.
She loves him, far away and nestled between the stars, but she does.
She loves him as though he were a fern,
Gentle and soft,
Curled by the edge of a path.
Hidden between those which are far more impressive, but she sees.
She loves him, small and quiet, but she does.
She loves him as though he were the storm,
Loud and unrelenting,
Covering the sun,
Misunderstood for anger and for wrath, but she sees.
She loves him, impulsive and quick, but she does.
She loves him as though he were hers,
Close and loving,
Surrounding her with affection.
And though he may be distant, she sees.
She loves him, silly and sorrowful, but she does.”
―
She loves him as though he were the moon,
Capturing her attention,
Filling her with awe.
Reflection of something brighter, he lights her favorite time of night.
She loves him, far away and nestled between the stars, but she does.
She loves him as though he were a fern,
Gentle and soft,
Curled by the edge of a path.
Hidden between those which are far more impressive, but she sees.
She loves him, small and quiet, but she does.
She loves him as though he were the storm,
Loud and unrelenting,
Covering the sun,
Misunderstood for anger and for wrath, but she sees.
She loves him, impulsive and quick, but she does.
She loves him as though he were hers,
Close and loving,
Surrounding her with affection.
And though he may be distant, she sees.
She loves him, silly and sorrowful, but she does.”
―
Nicole’s 2024 Year in Books
Take a look at Nicole’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
4,097 books
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170 friends
399 books
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21 friends
572 books
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155 friends
429 books
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122 friends
938 books
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179 friends
186 books
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25 friends
81 books
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200 friends
117 books
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251 friends
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