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" Can I see him again? Could I bear it? Do I want to see him? I close my eyes and tilt my head back as grief and longing lance through me. Of course I do. Perhaps-perhaps I can tell him I’ve changed my mind … No, no, no. I cannot be with someone who takes pleasure in inflicting pain on me, someone who can’t love me. Torturous memories flash through my mind-the gliding, holding hands, kissing, the bathtub, his gentleness, his humor, and his dark, brooding, sexy stare. I miss him. It’s been five days, five days of agony that has felt like an eternity. I cry myself to sleep at night, wishing I hadn’t walked out, wishing that he could be different, wishing that we were together. How long will this hideous overwhelming feeling last? I am in purgatory. I wrap my arms around my body, hugging myself tightly, holding myself together. I miss him. I really miss him…I love him. Simple. "
― E.L. James , Fifty Shades Darker (Fifty Shades, #2)
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" What does Christian know about love? Seems he didn’t get the unconditional love he was entitled to during his very early years. My heart twists, and my mother’s words waft like a zephyr through my mind: Yes, Ana. Hell, what do you need? A neon sign flashing on his forehead? She thinks Christian loves me, but then she’s my mother, of course she’d think that. She thinks I deserve the best of everything. I frown. It’s true, and in a moment of startling clarity, I see it. It’s very simple; I want his love. I need Christian Grey to love me. This is why I am so reticent about our relationship – because on some basic, fundamental level, I recognize within me a deep-seated compulsion to be loved and cherished. "
― E.L. James , Fifty Shades Darker (Fifty Shades, #2)
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" Abre sus ojos de nuevo, su expresión es desolada–sincera. –¿No ibas a escapar? –pregunta.
–¡No!
Cierra sus ojos de nuevo y todo su cuerpo se relaja. Cuando abre sus ojos, puedo ver su dolor y angustia.
–Pensé… –Se detiene–. Este soy yo, Ana. Todo yo… y soy todo tuyo. ¿Qué tengo que hacer para que te des cuenta de eso? Hacerte ver que te quiero de cualquier forma en que te pueda obtener. Que te amo.
–También te amo, Christian, y verte así… –Me ahogo y mis lágrimas comienzan de nuevo–. Pensé que te había roto.
–¿Roto? ¿A mí? Oh no, Ana. Justo lo contrario. –Se estira y toma mi mano–. Eres mi vida, –susurra, y besa mis nudillos antes de presionar mi palma contra la suya. "
― E.L. James , Fifty Shades Darker (Fifty Shades, #2)