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181 " And just like that, in an old red barn at the foothills of Mount Kilimanjaro, I found the elusive magic I had glimpsed only between the pages of great love stories. It fluttered around me like a newborn butterfly and settled in a corner of my heart. I held my breath, afraid to exhale, for fear it would slip out, never to be found again. "
― Leylah Attar , Mists of the Serengeti
182 " They shake hands—the solid, down-to-earth man and the restless, unpredictable lightning in the sky. I feel like a tree exposed to the elements, my roots clinging to the soil, my branches flirting with heaven. "
― Leylah Attar , 53 Letters for My Lover (53 Letters for My Lover, #1)
183 " My heart was heavy with a sense of loss: his, mine, ours. At the same time, something beautiful had come alive at Jack’s declaration, his acknowledgment of our connection. It was as if a tiny seed filled with magic had taken root. And even though it would never see the light of day, just the fact that it had formed, where there had been nothing before, made me feel like infinite blossoms were blooming inside me. "
184 " You’re my rainbow-haloed girl, and you’re freaking magical. Don’t you ever forget that. "
185 " His gaze traveled over my face for a long, still beat before falling on my neck. “I can’t bear the thought of you leaving,” he said to the mark his teeth had left there. “I stop breathing every time I think about it.” He found another one, closer to my collarbone, and pressed his lips to it. “I want you in ways you can’t even begin to imagine.” His voice was muffled, vibrating against my flesh with deep, soft resonance. “Will I miss you?” He lifted his head and looked at me. “Like a dream that starves and curls up beneath my bones. "
186 " Tough boots, snug jeans and a wicked black leather jacket—trouble cruising for a place to land. "
187 " had always thought of home as a place, where you put down your roots, unpack your collection of mugs with snarky quotes, put up all the bookshelves you want, and watch the rain splash down your windows on wet, gray afternoons. But I was realizing that home was a feeling—of being, of belonging—a feeling that swirled through my veins every time I was with Jack. “Why "
188 " Cuando el mundo te lo ha quitado todo, cuando se balancea y se desplaza constantemente bajo tus pies, es difícil creer que las cosas que te regala van a durar. "
― Leylah Attar , The Paper Swan
189 " ceviche. It was a summertime staple at my "
190 " His eyes were so impossibly blue, it was like he had the whole sky inside of him. "
191 " I kissed him then, suddenly and without warning, standing on my tiptoes to reach him. “What was that for?” His mouth quirked higher. I wanted to know what your lips taste like after a smile. I shook my head and grinned like I was holding a big secret. "
192 " Rodel.” His long, tapered fingers slid down my arm and tightened around my wrist. He didn’t have to say anything. He was doing it again—bringing me back to the moment. He had an artless way of communicating with his eyes. He could blur everything in the periphery, so all that remained was his calm, commanding presence. "
193 " It's always there, the fire between us, like glowing embers waiting to be stoked. One look, one kiss, one caress, and I come alive for him. "
194 " In that moment, as Jack struggled to lift the weight that was pinning him down, he knew. He knew there would be no escaping this, no getting back up from it. And so, like the weary antelope that bares its throat to the lion, Jack closed his eyes and let the numbing cloak of darkness devour him. "
195 " How do you deny a living, breathing feeling? How do you hack it and kill it and bury it so that it never surfaces again? "
196 " If we base our decisions on all the things we're afraid of, we would be paralyzed with fear. "
197 " How about Papas Locas? Crazy potatoes?” he asked. The vendor was roasting large potatoes in foil, mashing them with butter and fresh cheese, and serving them with an endless variety of condiments: grilled beef, pork, bacon, beans, onions, garlic, cilantro, salsa, and guacamole. "
198 " Want some of this?” He held out his burrito: chargrilled beef with cumin, garlic and lime juice. "
199 " Nothing permanent starts that way. It’s something you invite to stay. "
― Leylah Attar , Moti on the Water
200 " You're dangerous, and you leave bruises. And your words disrobe me, and your kisses destroy me. "
― Leylah Attar