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41 " 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 those three words. I love you. He is desperate and lonely, both by choice and circumstance. It’s the story of my life packed into a neat, tidy script. Thomas "
― Saffron A. Kent , The Unrequited
42 " That sound is going to kill me.”“What sound?”“Your stupid chair.” And there it is, his laughter. It makes every corner of my body smile. “Whenever I hear it, all I think about is you fucking me in it so it’s screaming with our weight. "
43 " Agony. Fire. Passion. Loneliness. Destroyed. Crumble. Burn. Sleepless. The letters are straight and clear, severe, like Thomas, but there is an extra swirl in his esses, making them playful, somewhat soft. I want to keep touching them, want to lick them. Then all at once, my heart stops beating. Unrequited. "
44 " tears—salty, useless water that never fixes anything "
45 " Wounded and battered, my body is a warzone, a torn-up village after a sandstorm. "
46 " I don’t know if she realizes how much I love her. I haven’t said those words yet, but I want her to know. I want her to see it in my eyes because I bleed with it, I burn with it, and for the first time in my life, I don’t mind it. I wouldn’t mind it if she burned me alive or destroyed me. I’d keep on going. I’d keep on loving her. "
47 " With you, I feel that I’ve never had any feelings before, like it’s the first time I’m feeling anything at all. Do you know how terrifying that is?” He shakes his head and answers his own question. “It’s very terrifying. I have so many things I want to say to you that I end up saying the wrong thing. I’m so scared of taking the wrong step that I never move at all. I don’t know why I do that. I don’t know why I keep fucking things up when it comes to you, but all I can say is you make me feel like…I’ve never taken a breath before, like I’ve never lived before. "
48 " bravery is not the absence of fear, but the courage to do something despite it "
49 " He needs me. He needs to exert his power over me because his love has made him powerless. He needs me begging because his love has made him a beggar himself. The lust he feels for me comes from the love he feels for her. A "
50 " 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. "
51 " With that he dives back in and vacuums my wet, sticky lips. My entire pussy fits into his greedy mouth as he eats, nibbles on it, shews it out. All I can do is let him make a meal out of me. "
52 " Because I’m a girl who’s not supposed to be the love of someone’s life, not with my selfishness. 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 of his pain and set him free. "
53 " What’s it about?” “It’s about how we fell in love.” She lowers her arm and retreats, step by step. I would’ve stopped if I thought she didn’t want me to come closer, but her purple eyes are shining. As soon as she reaches the wall, she sort of sinks into it, and I sink into her when I reach my destination. Her. Our "
54 " This is what I think about,” he bites. “It doesn’t even matter if you’re around. This. Bursting every door down so I can get to your pussy. All I can think about is fucking you, Layla. All the time. Every time. You’re in my fucking blood, and I’ll tear apart anyone who dares to fucking touch you. "
55 " A lover is the one who waits,” he paraphrases. “Then, I’ll wait. Forever. "
56 " Hey, you’re my everything. Every goddamn thing, Layla,” I say, my voice wrapped up in gravel and a million swelling emotions that taste like tears. “Besides, love is enough. It has to be. We can figure out the rest.”Maybe it is simple, being together. I want to tell her, but she beats me to it. “I love you.”I sigh, and it feels like the very first time. It’s the first time I’ve breathed. “I fucking love you too. "
57 " I’m only going to say this once: there’s a difference between writing and creating art. Anyone can write, but only a few can create art, and for that, you need to find your own voice. Reading is good. Read as much as you want, but make your own rules. Don’t just follow. Strive to create something that comes from you. Strive to create your art, not recreate what someone else did, because frankly, you should rather want to be dead than be a rip-off. "
58 " And I keep coming to the same conclusion: that bravery is not the absense of fear, but the courage to do something despite it--taking that first step despite the danger of falling, creating a piece of art knowing that people might not appreciate it. Bravery is like falling in love. You don't know if the person will reciprocate, but you still fall. "
59 " Because unrequited love is like a dead, useless organ. It’s functionless. It’s sicker than a disease. You can cure a disease, but you can’t fix a defective soul. That’s the most frustrating thing in the world, to be that powerless. "
60 " 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 to finish, no matter how hard I try.” “Thomas, "