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I will go down with this ship: a Rob/Kristen supporting site. NO pappz.
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.
Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget; it was a hard line to walk.
Romeo wouldn’t change his mind. That’s why people still remembered his name, always twined with hers: Romeo and Juliet. That’s why it was a good story. “Juliet gets dumped and ends up with Paris” would have never been a hit.
And the last seven months meant nothing. And his words in the forest meant nothing. And it did not matter if he did not want me. I would never want anything but him, no matter how long I lived.
"New Moon" by Stephenie Meyer
I think we're both inside of another being we have created called "us".
Well, we're really not inside of that being. We are that being. We have both lost ourselves and created something else, something that exists only as an interlacing of the two of us.
In this universe of ambiguity, this kind of certainty comes only once, and never again, no matter how many lifetimes you live
"The Bridges of Madison County" by Robert J. Waller
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