The Sweetest Oblivion

Несовершенство — это красота, безумие — гениальность, и лучше быть абсолютно смешным, чем абсолютно скучным.»
— Мэрилин Монро

Но, по правде говоря, не думаю, что в мире бы нашелся человек, с которым я бы чувствовала себя в большей безопасности.

Раньше я никогда не пыталась быть соблазнительной нарочно.

Спи спокойно  – я кусаюсь.

Я бы сожгла ради него весь мир.

“You want me to respect you?”

It was a loaded question, but I only knew one answer. Only wanted one thing from this man, and only needed it once so I could know what it was like.

I shook my head.

I wanted him to disrespect me. Every inch of me.

It was eleven a.m. on a Sunday when I realized I wasn’t only attracted to my fiancé. I was, with a madness that ached, completely and utterly infatuated with him.

She was mine. And I’d kill anyone who told me otherwise.

“Love . . .” she started. “I guess it feels like you’re falling . . . and he’s the only one who could catch you.”

He was comfort, security, and need, all in one.

It had a name.

Home.

“We are most alive when we’re in love.”

He nipped my bottom lip. “You make me fucking crazy.”

“Don’t blame me for your psychosis.”

“You are my psychosis.”

Regardless of what I was born into, I’d always thought of myself as a moral and honest person. Maybe my roots were too deep, or maybe love gave a woman a reason to let her dark colors shine, because I suddenly knew I would lie, cheat, and steal for this man.

I would burn the world for him.

He was King of the Cosa Nostra.

And he was all mine.

Benito texted me to ask how to know a woman wanted him if she’d already been paid to sleep with him.

Happiness filled my chest like a balloon, and I wondered if you could love someone so much you’d burst.

Nico didn’t treat me like glass. He shattered the reflection of an empty life staring back at me.

He taught me how to soar.

Her hair was a weakness of mine: black, silky, and long enough I could wrap it around my fist twice.