Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the strongest, happiest friendship in the person you fall in love with. Someone who speaks highly of you. Someone you can laugh with. The kind of laughs… — Sarah Wilkins Copy Share Image
He said nothing but his lips licked against mine again. Over and over. Coming together. Parting. Perfect. I was kissing him back with all the strength and desire I had, like I was running out of time, desperately grasping to sand slipping through an hourglass and kissing him was the only way to hold on. There would never be enough… — Sarah Wilkins Copy Share
He was panting like he'd run a million miles and I was the thing he was chasing after, like everything bad in his life… — Sarah Wilkins Copy Share Image
Everything whirled around me, an uncontrollable blur. Waiting. Waiting. For an answer, for a response. I didn't know how to stop or slow down… — Sarah Wilkins Copy Share Image
As I leaned in so slowly wanting our lips to meet again, I felt starved, prickling, like I weighed a thousand pounds, bursting at the seams with emotions, fears, hopes I had never been capable of before. This was what it meant to be alive. Everything before this moment was just pretend. I knew it like I knew the sky,… — Sarah Wilkins Copy Share
He could easily pull away, but he didn't and I didn't know why I was surprised, but I was. I was sparking, igniting, with… — Sarah Wilkins Copy Share Image
You don't mind being on the phone with me even when its completely silent. — Sarah Wilkins Copy Share Image
Nothing in life I had ever been this strong, this consuming. Every touch was an explosion that could blow the world to pieces. He… — Sarah Wilkins Copy Share Image
And she looked back on her life and realized how far she has come. She looked ahead and sees great vision chances to change… — Sarah Wilkins Copy Share Image
But he wasn't leaving and I wasn't leaving and we'd just have to figure it out. He pressed his lips to my cheek, the… — Sarah Wilkins Copy Share Image
I was drowning. Sinking in quicksand and he was filling up my lungs and I was dead. He looked up at me, hands fumbling… — Sarah Wilkins Copy Share Image
I held myself up on my hands, gazing down at him as he gazed up at me. He was smiling. I was smiling, but… — Sarah Wilkins Copy Share Image
