From Lukov with Love

Love to me was honesty. Being real. Knowing someone's best and worst. Love was a push that said someone believed in you when you didn't.

You're enough. You Will always be enough. Hear me ?

Una no podía dejar de ver las expresiones o el movimiento de los ojos de los demás, ni podía taparse los oídos y dejar de escuchar lo que la gente pretendía susurrar, pero se oía de sobra.

Las preocupaciones por ser un fracaso y una decepción no eran algo que pudieras solucionar y punto. Estaban ahí. Todo el tiempo.

Los celos y la amargura era lo que sentían quienes no tenían nada mejor que hacer. Lo sabía. Una no conseguía hacer nada con su vida si se pasaba el rato comparándose con los demás. También lo sabía.

- I love you so much I splend all day with you, and it still isn't enough for me. He kept going.
I stopped breathing.
- I love you so much, if I can't skate with you, I don't want to skate with anyone else.

"No shit, Sherlock. The idea of you being upset over that waste of breath pissed me off. You deserved better." He smiled and pressed our hands tight against his side. "If you were going to cry for anyone, it was going to be me."
"You're an idiot."
"I know."

"You're enough. You will always be enough. Hear me ?"

"You could need a kindney replacement and not ask anyone you know for one, Jasmine." He shook his head, a frown crossing his mouth. "You think I don't know you?"
Well. Shit.
"You are so stubborn. So fucking stubborn it drives me insane. You know how many times I've wanted to choke you ?"he asked, shaking his head in clear exasperation.
I blinked. "Probably half as many time as I've wanted to choke you too."

"Nobody else is going to take as good care of you as I will."