“You understand what I’m telling you, Tommy? You have a light inside you, and the only person who gets to decide whether that light shines or not is you.” — T.L. Martin Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I think people like you are the strongest of us all. The kind of person who can find beauty in anything. Who chooses to believe in love before hate. Who doesn’t just hope for happy endings, but has what… — T.L. Martin Copy Share Image
“And maybe . . . maybe he’ll even get more comfortable having me around. Open up, wanna chat more, and we’ll become almost friends,… — T.L. Martin Copy Share Image
“I part my lips, but no words come out. I want to cry. Want to beg. Want to scream. But mostly, I want to… — T.L. Martin Copy Share Image
“His gaze, lowered toward the ground, slowly, leisurely drifts up, until it slams into mine with the heavy force of steel against steel. The… — T.L. Martin Copy Share Image
“His eyes close, and he draws a long breath. When they open again, they’re colder than ever. “And that’s where you’d be disappointed, Lou.There… — T.L. Martin Copy Share Image
“Heartache is my constant companion, and we’re perfect for one another. Two co-dependent peas in a pod. My past and my future.” — T.L. Martin Copy Share Image
“Why would he call the cops if you’re just cleaning his house?” “Because I’m stalking him. I gotta go.” — T.L. Martin Copy Share Image
“Now I wonder if maybe allowing another person to give you strength takes a certain kind of strength in itself. To be able to… — T.L. Martin Copy Share Image
“Darkness watches me from every angle. My only friend. From its own place within the silence, it speaks to me in a strange way.… — T.L. Martin Copy Share Image
“You understand what I’m telling you, Tommy? You have a light inside you, and the only person who gets to decide whether that light… — T.L. Martin Copy Share Image
“I felt it. I heard the snap of my heart tearing in half. It wasn’t a messy, dirty rip like I’d expected, but a… — T.L. Martin Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I think people like you are the strongest of us all. The kind of person who can find beauty in anything. Who chooses… — T.L. Martin Copy Share Image
