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432 pages, Hardcover
First published December 26, 2023
”write me a story where there is no ending, kitt. write to me and fill my empty spaces.”
"the problem is... i want to hear from you at all hours. i want to read your words. i am greedy for them. i am hungry for them."
let our breaths twine and our blood become one, until our bones return to dust.
“You may not be a goddess, but nor am I a god. Despite our mundane lives, perhaps we make our own magic with words.”
“I would love to see your words catch fire with mine.”
“Their souls weren’t mirrors but complements, constellations that burned side by side”
I know we are no longer rivals, but if we are keeping tally like the old days, you have far outshined* me with your wit and your courage. Which reminds me of one simple thing: how I love to lose to you. How I love to read your words and hear the thoughts that sharpen your mind. And how I would love to be on my knees before you now, surrendering to you and you alone.
If you agree to this, write me back. If you don’t agree, still write me back. I want to know your thoughts. I confess that I am hungry for your words.
'their souls weren't mirrors but complements,
constellations that burned side by side.'
"i would love to see your words catch fire with mine."
“The problem is … I want to hear from you at all hours. I want to read your words. I am greedy for them. I am hungry for them.”
“how I love to lose to you. How I love to read your words and hear the thoughts that sharpen your mind. And how I would love to be on my knees before you now, surrendering to you and you alone.”
“Their souls weren’t mirrors but complements, constellations that burned side by side.”
“Write me a story where you keep me up late every night with your typing, and I hide messages in your pockets for you to find when you’re at work. Write me a story where there is no ending, Kitt. Write to me and fill my empty spaces.”
“Some scars might fade in time, but others never would.”
(the) Plot:
(the) Romance:
(the) Characters:
‘May your hand be in mine, by sun and by night. Let our breaths twine and our blood become one, until our bones return to dust.’
‘ was only thinking how strange it is. To think how many people we cross paths with in our lives. How someone like me has found someone like you.’