Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie Quotes
Blake took her face in his hands. “You let me touch you. Kiss you. Your skin? It feels like piano keys. My hands know just where to go.
You make the rest of the beautiful things in the world cry for even trying at all. You make it hard for me to breathe.
In that moment? I knew you were sent to me, that I'd been given nothing from the people in my life, but I think from God, or whoever is in charge, I got you.
True love, the kind that lasts forever, is very rare indeed. It takes compromise, continued growth, and trust.