"Love is good, but don't love anybody deeply...it really hurts when you don't know whether to wait or to forget that person....you will be in such a confusing situation where you can not decide what to do and what not to do... whether to give up or should try some more time..but always listen to your mind guys, not to your heart..."
Anonymous~Keenan's POV
"Have you packed your bags baby?" I hear Taylor ask, bending down to cup the cheeks of the adorable baby girl.
She nod and although her green eyes sparkle in scepticism, she asks, "Where are we going mommy?" her voice comes out angelic to my ears as she asks her question.
"Home." She smiles happily at the little girl.
The three years old frowns, looking up at her mother with a puzzled expression. "But mommy, we are in Italy, this is home," she states her argument reasonable.
"I know from personal experience how damaging it can be to live with bitterness and unforgiveness. I like to say it's like taking poison and hoping your enemy will die. And it really is that harmful to us to live this way."Joyce Meyer~ . Reign had fallen asleep after a few hours of being on the air and Taylor tucked her in her seat comfortably so she could properly sleep and for once I thanked God we decided to go with the private jet. Taylor returns to her seat which is just beside me and continues with the newspaper she was reading before having to go put Reign down properly. I stare at her in silence trying to figure out the reason for her becoming the woman she now is, cold, mean, heartle
"You say that love is nonsense. I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain, an ache about the heart, never leaving one, by night or by day; a long strain on one's nerves like toothache or rheumatism, not intolerable at any one instant, but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength."Henry Brooks Adams.~ Rory POV. A cold breeze blew over my face and I shivered and glanced up wondering if this was a sign from God that I was slowly wandering into a cold path that I wasn't going to escape. At this point, I didn't think God was even interested in anything that had to do with me anymore. The church was awfully quiet and everyone was attentive and foc
"Something you need most might be something you turn away from, something you turn away from might be something you regret, and something you regret, in the end, might cost you the one chance you ever had." ~Brian Judge You owe me big time, Rory." She playfully hisses, blowing her hair and she walked towards me. "I still smell of puke." "I'm sorry." I apologized again since I now realized how terrible what I did was. I took a sip of the glass of water and dropped it on the desk close to where we were. She took a lazy stare at me. "You showered, you smell better." She smirks and stepped towards me. "Roleplay with me and I won't take my revenge." My
"Some of the biggest challenges in relationships come from the fact that most people enter a relationship in order to get something: they're trying to find someone who's going to make them feel good. In reality, the only way a relationship will last is if you see your relationship as a place that you go to give, and not a place that you go to take."Anthony Robbins~We arrived at The Hilton private airport and while I went for Reign who looked so exhausted from the long trip, Taylor made her way out of the plane. The attendants help us with our bags and we walk out of the airport and to our waiting black limo. The driver gets down and opens the door for Taylor and she enters and I enter, helping Reign take her seat comfortably before closing the door. With the help of the driver, the attendants set our bags into the boot of the car and we stayed quiet.I feel Reign's soft and small hand on mine and I glance at her. Her green eyes are worn and weary and my heart goes out to her.It is o
"It is a curious sensation: the sort of pain that goes mercifully beyond our powers of feeling. When your heart is broken, your boats are burned: nothing matters anymore. It is the end of happiness and the beginning of peace."George ShawnWe arrived at the house which Taylor had purchased a few days ago and the servants there help carry our bags into the two-storey white mansion standing before us. I wanted to pick Reign up and carry her in, but she insisted she'd walk and so I let her and she hold onto my finger for support. We walk into the house and Taylor silently follows behind."We'll be living here?" Reign asks, looking around with wide eyes as soon as we enter the house."Yes," I reply and the two of the maids already waiting for us, in blue uniforms walk up to us."Good afternoon, sir." She greets and Reign and I looked at her.
"There are many persons ready to do what is right because in their hearts they know it is right. But they hesitate, waiting for the other fellow to make the make the first move - and he, in turn, waits for you."Marian Anderson~."Hello, brothers."Her voice seems to trigger something in the young men seated around the table as they all stared at their long-gone sister who had left without a reason, maybe they could finally get some answers after four years without having a disastrous dinner.Taylor can not help but marvel at the fine young men the three J's has grown to be in the last couple of years, although feeling a little sad she didn't get to be a complete part of that. Her three brothers didn't have the identical signature look they use to have as teenagers, and she doesn't feel like she is staring at the same thing in three differ
"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up."Neil Gaiman~Third POVFlashback to a year ago"Where are you going?" Rory asked; walking into the room and seeing Paris stuffing her bag up with her clothes, her shoes and other things. He was a bit tipsy but not completely drunk and he can still make out a few things.Paris turns to look at him, "Welcome home, darling, it's three a.m. in the morning." she announced with a sarcastic tone of voice before she returned to arranging her bag, "and I am leaving, I can't stay in this marriage anymore," she zipped up her bag on the bed and turned to him with a pained look. Her eyes were glass
"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief... and unspeakable love."Washington Irving~She is Taylor, his Taylor. He declares as he stares at her.His eyes cannot be playing tricks on him, can they? He knew he didn't even have much to drink compared to other days, he just had a few bottles, but if he's seeing things, then that means he's doomed, lost without recovery. He prays that it will not be like one of the many dreams of Taylor he's had to wake up from in the past years, how frustrated he had been then.Longing for her, craving her, but not having her, he'd wake up some night certain what he'd seen was real, but only to be reminded of the reality that it wasn't. Those were his nightmare, his hell and his torture, being genuinely happy only to be thrust ba