What would you do if you knew when you were going to die? Would you will death to come and claim you quickly? Or would you pray for more time?
It wasn’t until I knew that I was about to die, that I decided to really live. And it wasn’t until I gave up on love, that I finally found it. Just not in any of the places that I’d been searching.
Sometimes you don’t get the fairytale happily ever after, but if you’re lucky, you get so much more. You get a perfect beginning that you can keep hold of until the end.
***Teaser Excerpt ~ Empty Promises***
The funny thing about kisses, especially a first kiss, is that they posses the power to render you stupid. Yet you embrace it, wandering blindly into the unknown, with nothing but hope. Our kiss isn’t even a timely affair. Nor is it a carnal hunger fueled by the passionate collision of our mouths. It’s a brief moment, a magical instance, where time stands still and the earth stops spinning for the shortest of seconds. The only thing lying amongst us is the enchanting stirs of anticipation, as his face leans in closer to mine. The weight of his lips is gone all too soon. Our eyes open as we pull apart, and the air around us crackles. This one intensely perfect moment is over, and what should be the beginning, feels strangely like the end. Realization sets in, where we are and what we’re doing. And that old saying has never rung truer. Never start what you can’t finish.
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