I told myself that, somewhere, tiny particles of him would become tiny particles of me, ingested, swallowed, alive, perpetual.
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Jojo Moyes
Jojo Moyes (born 4 August 1969 in London, England) is an English journalist and, since 2002, a romance novelist. She is one of only a few authors to have twice won the Romantic Novel of the Year Award by the Romantic Novelists' Association and has been translated into eleven different languages. 2Biography 3Life and early career Pauline Sara-Jo Moyes was born on 4 August 1969 in Maidstone, England, the only child of Elizabeth J. McKee, an illustrator, and James C. Moyes, a sculptor. She studied at Royal Holloway, University of London whilst working for the Egham and Staines News. In 1992, she won a bursary financed by The Independent newspaper to attend the postgraduate newspaper journalism course at City University, London. She subsequently worked for The Independent for the next 10 years (except for one year, when she worked in Hong Kong for the Sunday Morning Post) in various roles, becoming Assistant News Editor in 1998. In 2002 she became the newspaper's Arts and Media Correspondent. 3Writing career Moyes became a full-time novelist in 2002, when her first book Sheltering Rain was published. She continues to write articles for The Daily Telegraph. She first won the Romantic Novelists' Association's Romantic Novel of the Year Award in 2004 for Foreign Fruit and again in 2011 for The Last Letter From Your Lover Moyes' publisher, Hodder & Stoughton, did not take up the book Me Before You and Moyes sold it to Pengui
I'm giving you this because there is not much that makes me happy any more, but you do.
I held him close and said nothing, all the while telling him silently that he was loved. Oh, but he was loved.
He smelt of the sun, as if it had seeped deep into his skin, and I found myself inhaling silently, as if he were something delicious.
...I told him a story of two people. Two people who shouldn't have met, and who didn't like each other much when they did, but who found they were the only two people in the world who could possibly have understood each other.
All I can say is that you make me... you make me into someone I couldn't even imagine. You make me happy, even when you're awful. I would rather be with you - even the you that you seem to think is diminished - than with anyone else in the world.
All I can say is that you make me... you make me into someone I couldn't even imagine. You make me happy, even when you're awful. I would rather be with you - even the you that you seem to think is diminished - than with anyone else in the world.
If you're going to wear a dress like that you need to wear it with confidence. You need to fill it out mentally as well as physically.
I realized I was afraid of living without him. How is it you have the right to destroy my life, I wanted to demand of him, but I’m not allowed a say in yours?
I kissed him and let my lips rest against his so that our breath mingled and the tears from my eyes became salt on his skin, and I told myself that, somewhere, tiny particles of him would become tiny particles of me, ingested, swallowed, alive, perpetual. I wanted to press every bit of me against…
I loved a man who had opened up a world to me but hadn’t loved me enough to stay in it.
I loved a man who had opened up a world to me but hadn’t loved me enough to stay in it.
It was indeed a gift to have someone to love.
Somewhere in this world is a man who loves you, who understands how precious and clever and kind you are. A man who has always loved you and, to his detriment, suspects he always will.