She puts her hands on either side of my face, and the room falls away. I have never gotten so lost in a kiss before.
And then, the space between us explodes. My heart keeps missing beats and my hands cannot bring her close enough to me. I taste her and realize I have been starving.
I have loved before, but it didn’t feel like this.
I have kissed before, but it didn’t burn me alive.
Maybe it lasts a minute, and maybe it’s an hour. All I know is that kiss, and how soft her skin is when it brushes against mine, and that even if I did not know it until now, I have been waiting for this person forever.
You may talk. And I may listen. And miracles might happen.
It’s only terrible to have nothing to wait for.
Erich Maria Remarque, Three Comrades (via larmoyante)
I talk too much because I have been made so miserable by what you are keeping hushed.
It was pleasant to take a hot drink up to her room and have it beside her as she sat in her silent room reading in the empty house in the afternoons. The books transported her into new worlds and introduced her to amazing people who lived exciting lives. She went on olden-day sailing ships with Joseph Conrad. She went to Africa with Ernest Hemingway and to India with Rudyard Kipling. She travelled all over the world while sitting in her little room in an English village.
Millionaire’s Shortbread (Vegetarian)
Chocolate and Caramel are two of my guiltiest guilty pleasures! I made these as a treat for my family and work colleagues, and they went down a treat! Clearly many other people share my love of all things sweet and gooey.