“the unrequited lover is the one who waits. He waits and waits, and then waits some more. He is the one who drops vital moments of his life, lets them scatter away, lets himself scatter away piece by piece for… — Saffron A. Kent Copy Share Image
“I was meant to live in the shadows and secrets. I can be Thomas’ secret, for a little while, at least—until I absorb all… — Saffron A. Kent Copy Share Image
“He doesn’t even look like he belongs to this world. He is too beautiful, too haunted to be human.” — Saffron A. Kent Copy Share Image
“Bravery is like falling in love. You don’t know if the person will reciprocate, but still you” — Saffron A. Kent Copy Share Image
“Bravery is like falling in love. You don’t know if the person will reciprocate, but still you fall. Bravery” — Saffron A. Kent Copy Share Image
“It could almost be a story I’ll tell myself when I’m dying. The Harlot fell in love with the Fire-breather. It was beautiful and right. It was wrong and ugly, just like the earth beneath my feet. It was tragic and ecstatic. It was everything I’d hoped love could be. Layla - The Unrequited” — Saffron A. Kent Copy Share
“Agony. Fire. Passion. Loneliness. Destroyed. Crumble. Burn. Sleepless. The letters are straight and clear, severe, like Thomas, but there is an extra swirl in… — Saffron A. Kent Copy Share Image
“Because I’m selfish, Layla. I’ll ruin you, set you on fire, and won’t even look back. I’ll take and take until you’re empty and… — Saffron A. Kent Copy Share Image
“His Adam’s apple jumps up and down. “No, that’s…that’s not right. You’re not beautiful. I think you’re the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen.” He licks his lips, his eyes flitting back and forth. “No, not a…not a thing. You’re more than that, Layla. You’re…the poem I can never write. Yeah, you’re the piece of poetry I can never hope… — Saffron A. Kent Copy Share
“That sound is going to kill me.” “What sound?” “Your stupid chair.” And there it is, his laughter. It makes every corner of my… — Saffron A. Kent Copy Share Image
“You know, Layla, falling in love isn’t bad or wrong or even hard. It’s actually really simple, even if there’s no reciprocation. It’s the falling out that’s hard, but no matter how much you convince yourself otherwise, reciprocation is important. It’s what keeps the love going. Without it, love just dies out, and then it’s up to you. Do you… — Saffron A. Kent Copy Share
“Loving myself means fighting for myself, fighting for my sanity, and I will fucking fight.” — Saffron A. Kent Copy Share Image
