Quotes from Coco J. Ginger

He offered her power, money, status...a giant prison, all in exchange for only...her soul.

Time to get a go on this drop-dead-gorgeous morning.

When we are in love, we are convinced nobody else will do. But as time goes, others do do, and often do do, much much better.

When you miss someone....it's weird…your body doesn't function normally..as it should. Because I miss you, and my heart…it's not steady…my soul it sings numb. Fingers are cold…like you…your soul.

Growth in love comes from a place of absence, where the imagination is left to it's own devices and creates you to be much more then reality would ever allow.

You cannot mistake thisYou cannot reinvent this moment You cannot call this loveIt is so much more

I HOLDIf I could have had him, I could have let himgo.But withoutthe having there was nothing—so to the nothingIhold.

You break me the hardest, make me the strongest, and keep me the softest.

A WISHSometimes I wish that he will liveand I will see him.But mostly I wish that he will die, and take my memories with him.

He brought out the worst in me, and was the best thing that ever happened to me.

I wore your promise on my finger for one yearI'll wear your name on my heart til I dieBecause you were my boy, you were my only boy forever.

You don't deserve my image in your head. You don't deserve my memories in your chest.

He's an indulgent sort of man……With a quick lip and a fierce tongue, the sort of tongue that draws you in with charm and words of praise, awkward silences and desperate worships.

Bittersweet? No, just bitter, the taste of your tongue.Words you can't have back, so they linger.

Maybe she had it wrong all this time and her empty heart could never be filled by his ingenious broken spirit. Maybe this yearning had nothing to do with him, and everything to do with her.

Now he was nothing to her, just a lesson in time, a wicked boy-man, incapable of wealth or prestige.

I want your most vital organ. I want it to be mine.

…..she needed him to know she did not care. She was spirited, tenacious, and full of contempt for him.

You're a mess, I confess, I despise you in the best kind of way.

I wait, you play. You speak, I cave. I promise, you break. You game me, daily, you play me.

I'm mistaken….for thinking you were someone with a heart worth breaking.

But every spiteful word she ever wrote him was effortless love clenched in her fists. Her heart screaming for stability in this fiery game of desire.

Tricks ripped and you tripped, tricked yourself by falling slowly.I'm the winner in this game, unable to stoop to your level of shame.Unwilling to reply to your words of ache.

Defend myself? I cannot defend the verbal repressions of a boy. A curmudgeonly, cantankerous, ill-tempered, counterfeit boy.